She Needs Two Dicks At Once To Scratch That Itch

Goldey’s cock is shot. He’s been balls-deep in Cherry since Friday night and his dick’s too raw to finish the job. She keeps grinding, soaked and desperate, but one cock just isn’t enough. Her cunt needs to be packed tight—two shafts pounding at once—or she’ll stay on that edge forever. He shoots Ace a text. No questions, just car keys and a hard-on. The door barely shuts before pants hit the floor and Cherry’s already clawing at fabric. Two dicks slap against her face and she dives on the first one, tongue out, sloppy as hell. Goldey slides under her, Ace behind. They don’t ease in—they slam, burying themselves until her moans shake the walls. Every thrust slams her cervix like a blunt piston, stretching her open wider than she’s ever taken. Sweat rolls off skin. She claws at their arms, throat raw from crying and choking. Hours bleed together in blurred positions until her whole body seizes up and the orgasm finally rips through her, soaking both cocks in a messy, shuddering rush. Only then do they pull free, stroking fat loads across her open mouth and cheeks. She licks it off her lips, grinning through the mess like the satisfied slut she always knew she was.