She’s already naked when they hit the couch, legs spread wide like an invitation neither man can resist. One drops to his knees first—no warning, just a greedy mouth swallowing her dripping pussy whole while fingers dig into her thighs. The other doesn’t wait; jeans half-down, he slams his cock past lips slick with spit before she even gasps. No lube. No slow buildup. Just animal hunger—grunts mixing with wet smacks as he fucks her face deep enough to gag, knuckles brushing her chin every time he bottoms out. She gags but takes it all, hands clawing at the couch cushion for purchase.
