Boning Up On Going Down

Mary storms in and spits it out: every guy keeps ghosting because her blowjobs suck. Gabrielle and Heather trade a look, then lock the door. Heather drops her skirt first. Mary kneels, cheeks burning, and opens wide. Heather guides her hand, coaching every stroke, every swallow. Gabrielle strokes herself and murmurs that Mary needs to relax her throat, use more tongue. Mary tries, gagging, eyes wet, spit running down her chin. Soon the lesson turns into heat. Gabrielle pulls Mary onto the couch, spreads her thighs, and slides in deep while Heather feeds her cock between those glossy lips. Mary takes them both—wet sounds, ragged breathing, bodies slapping. Heather grips her hair and praises the way Mary’s throat clenches now. Gabrielle smacks her ass, fingers digging bruises. They flip her, trade holes, push deeper, faster. Mary’s moans shake as both cocks pound her raw. Gabrielle cums first, flooding her; Heather follows seconds later, painting her tongue. Mary swallows every drop, finally earning the praise she’s been dying for.