Making His Rounds

Security guard Emmanuel Torquemada's ears prick up when he hears grunts coming from the back room. He cracks the door open and there's Shalina Devine already bent over, Francis X buried to the hilt inside her. They freeze like busted teenagers, sweat shining on their skin, then Emmanuel grins, kicks the door shut behind him, and unzips. Shalina licks her lips, wiggles her ass like an invitation. He slides straight into her mouth, cock slick with her spit while Francis keeps drilling from behind. Moments later they flip her between them, one shaft in her pussy, the other sliding deep into her ass, the spit-roast going double as her moans bounce off the walls. Emmanuel slaps her cheek, tells her she feels even tighter when she tries to talk around his dick. Francis laughs, pumps harder, skin slapping loud and filthy. Shalina takes it all, eyes glassy, hips rocking, drooling down her chin until they both blow inside her, spunk leaking out in thick rivulets as she pants and laughs like she just won the lottery.