Restless Hands

Shalina's still lying there catching her breath when she rolls over and smirks at Thomas. "I can do more than one." Vince is already hard again, cock twitching against his thigh. She grabs Thomas by the hips and pulls him in first—slides him right back inside her wet pussy, gives it a slow grind, then waves Vince over. He drops to his knees behind her, spits on his fingers, works two in beside Thomas's cock, stretching her just enough. She looks up at them both. "Come on boys, fill me." They both slide in at once—slow at first, then harder when she starts pushing back. Two thick cocks, thick and tight inside her—stretching her deep, rubbing together every thrust. Shalina moans loud, reaches down to rub her clit, and lets them pound her in sync. Every slap of skin and filthy grunt echoes off the walls while she takes it, exactly how she wanted.