Rylee Riles Up Her Cuck

Rylee Blake's already got the key in the lock when the boys pounce. The second she steps inside they got their hands all over her, Sheem The Dream pawing at her tits, Musa Phoenix pressing his hard-on against her thigh. She's laughing, breathless, yanking her dress up while they steer her toward the living room where the cuck sits on the carpet like a good little statue. They rip his hood off. He blinks into the light and they crack up right away, Sheem mocking the gag marks on his cheeks. "What you good for, man?" Musa asks. Rylee smirks. "He eats pussy and pays for my nails." Cucky sticks his hands out and shows off the tiny cage locked around his shriveled cock. Both guys bust out laughing like it's the funniest thing they've seen all week. Cocks are already out, thick and dark, slapping against Rylee's lips. She swallows Sheem down first, throat clicking as Musa lines up behind her and drives straight into her pussy. The couch creaks with every thrust. She keeps going, tongue swirling, spit running down Sheem's balls while Musa pounds her hard enough to knock the breath out of her. They flip her upside down, Sheem holding her by the ankles so she can gag on him deeper, mascara streaks rolling into her hairline. Between rounds they shove the cuck's face between her legs, making him tongue her swollen cunt clean of their pre-cum, spit lubing her up for the next round. When they're done they paint her insides, thick ropes pumping deep. The cuck stays on his knees, waiting. They tilt her hips so the cream spills right onto his tongue. He licks her folds slow, swallowing every drop like it's the only meal he'll get tonight.