Making A Living Out Of DP's

Two cons, Chocolate God and Slim Poke, drop the guest-house life and land in the suburbs. Their parole officer, Charlie Forde, swings by to see how they’re making ends meet. She figures they’re still crooked—turns out they’re only crooked in the best way. The pair sling cock online and just popped off with a clip that has everyone guessing what “DP” means. “Double penetration,” Slim says, cool as ice. “One in the pink, one in the stink—two dicks at once.” Charlie laughs until they whip it out. Two thick, veiny fuck-sticks stare her down, already half-hard. Her smirk fades. She drops to her knees and starts trying to inhale both of them, spit running down her chin, throat working hard like she’s auditioning for the camera herself. They bend her over the couch and split her open—one cock in the cunt, then the second stretching her ass until she’s gasping. The boys hammer away, holes slick, bodies slapping, Charlie wailing loud enough for the neighbors. When they line up for the big move, the viral one, she’s already shaking. Two pistons, one in each hole, driving in sync until her legs lock and she cums like a live wire. They keep pumping till she’s a twitching mess, then blast her face white. She leaves on wobbly legs, already penciling in the next “home visit.”