She doesn’t ask permission—just shoves them both down before they can protest. Lizzy’s in full control here: one dick buried deep in her throat while the other gets gagd into her gushing pussy, fingers digging into flesh like a warning. No mercy for these subs tonight; just orders barked between sloppy wet sounds and the crack of skin meeting skin. Logan’s trapped under her weight, wrists locked behind him as she grinds down on Joel like he owes her money. The angle shoves every inch inside—no shallow thrusts allowed—and when she finally lets go of his cock just long enough to gasp, it’s only so she can swallow again.
