The Workmen Took Turns On My Wife's Asshole

Pristine Edge and Draven Navarro just scored their forever house. They called in two specialty cocksmiths, Goldey and Justice Nice, to gut the place and make it theirs. Draven disappears with Goldey into the garage, hyping up his dream man-cave. Pristine hops straight onto the table to show Justice how the kitchen curtains simply won’t fly for the kind of filthy parties she throws. Her tight little ass rises right to face level and Justice licks his lips. She spins, catches his hungry stare, grins back, and jams her tongue in his mouth while shoving his thick fingers under her dress until they’re knuckle-deep in wet cunt. When the other two stroll back in, Pristine’s already on her knees, lips stretched around Justice’s fat dick, mascara running and throat working like she hasn’t eaten in days. Draven clocks the scene, flashes a proud, filthy smile, and tells both studs to wreck her. “Don’t hold back, boys. That’s what she’s here for.” Pristine sucks and swallows like a champion, but that’s only round one. She stays bent, spread, and begging till every hole is reamed raw, each guy flooding her. By the time they’re done she’s glistening, dripping, and Draven’s right there to tongue every messy inch, mouth glued to hers with nasty, wet kisses.