Jenna Ivory Takes a Double Load

Jenna arches her back. Takes them both. D’Snoop’s thick cock splits her lips while Huge slaps her cheek with his. Spit runs down her chin, drips onto her tits. She grins like she’s in on the crime, like every moan is a middle finger to whoever said blondes stay clean. They work fast—hands gripping hair, palms smacking ass, fingers digging where the tan lines stop. Skin slaps. Heavy breathing. Jenna swallows one, strokes the other, switching without a word, lips swollen, eyes watering but hungry. Between groans, they call her baby, slut, good girl, the filthy litany turning the air hot. The blond hair sticks to her sweat-sheened skin while they pound her from both ends, sheets twisting beneath them. Every thrust pushes louder sounds out of her—wet, needy, desperate. She takes the pounding, body bouncing, moans rising until the rhythm falters and the first thick ropes paint her tongue, her throat, her tits. She swallows what she can, lets the rest run down her belly. Both men curse under their breath. She laughs through the mess. Still sucking. Still smiling. They preferred blondes before. Now they’re ruined for anything else.