Sofa leather sticks to my back when he climbs on top. Just us at first, his weight pressing me down, hands pushing my patterned lingerie aside. He enters slow, filling me, making me gasp and arch. I'm wrapped around him, legs locked, taking every thrust while the room stays quiet, intimate, just our skin slapping together.<br><br>He flips me over, pulls my hips up, takes me from behind. My face presses into the sofa cushion, ass in the air, his hands gripping my waist hard. I'm moaning loud, not caring, lost in the rhythm of just him and me.<br><br>Then the door opens. Second guy walks in, already hard, and for a moment everything changes. First dude pulls out, grabs my head, pushes me toward the new cock. I open wide, taking him deep while the original guy slides back into my pussy from behind. Now I'm stuffed at both ends, spitroasted on the sofa, two men using me simultaneously. Hands everywhere, grabbing my hair, my hips, my tits. The intimacy is gone, replaced by pure usage
Comments