The first man knelt by my head, his softening c**k still glistening with our mess, and grabbed my hair, forcing it toward my lips.
“Clean it up, w***e,” he ordered, shoving past my resistance until I gagged on the salty, musky taste of c*m and my own juices. I choked, tears blurring my vision, as he f****d my mouth hard, using me like a ragdoll.
The second man's pace became faster, his thumb finding my clit again, rubbing in rough circles that made my p***y clench emptily, aching from the force. Sparks ignited low in my belly, my body trembling on the edge. He roared, burying himself to the hilt, and I felt his c**k pulse, pumping load after load into my ass until it overflowed, warm and sticky trailing down to the ground.
They both withdrew, leaving me gasping, wrecked and leaking fro
