Her black hair spills across the pillow. Glasses slipping down her nose. She arches into the first mouth, tongue flat against skin. Then the cock replaces it — thick, glistening, pressing between her lips. Flipped onto her back, legs hooked over a shoulder. The other guy is already there, cock sliding in slow, then pounding. Her spine curves with every thrust, tits bouncing. Fingers claw at the sheets. Glasses fog from her breath. The bed frame knocks against the wall. She bites her lip, eyes locked on the ceiling, and lets out a sound that isn’t quite a moan. Nothing left but sweat and the smell of skin.
