Fresh Cookies

She wore a black silk blouse, unbuttoned low. The moment they stepped inside she felt the hunger in their stares. She spread her legs, the tight skirt riding up her thighs. "You like the view?" she asked, reaching back to unzip the skirt. It fell to the floor. Naked underneath, she bent forward over the kitchen island, ass raised, pussy slick and exposed. Her fingers slid between her legs, parting the lips. She looked back over her shoulder. "This property comes with fringe benefits. Want a sample?" One of them stepped closer, hard already. She took his hand, guided it between her thighs, pushed two fingers inside herself with his. "Fuck me here," she hissed. "Right now. Deal closes faster when I'm dripping." She worked her hips, fucking both their hands, then dropped to her knees, yanked his cock out, and took it to the back of her throat without hesitation. The other man circled behind her, spreading her ass, pressing the head of his cock against her soaked cunt. She moaned around the first one, spit running down her chin. She backed up onto the second, impaled herself, taking every inch in one thrust. They used her hard—gripping her hips, pounding from both ends, her body jerking between them. She came twice before they finished, swallowing one load down her throat while the second filled her cunt. She stayed on her knees, cum leaking out of her, and looked up with a satisfied smirk. "Offer?"