Masseuse #3 - Part 9

The year is 1999. Awards sit heavy in hands while champagne still moves through the table. Taylor Hayes takes Mr. Marcus deep in her mouth, while Billy Glide drives into her from behind. His hands hold the flesh of her hips like they belong to him. Every thrust knocks the breath from her lungs around the cock already filling her throat. She comes hard between them, spine bowed, slick walls pulsing. They keep working her through it until her body shakes from the overload. Chloe watches from the edge of the bed, fingers buried between her own legs. When they’re finally spent Taylor collapses forward, mouth swollen, thighs sticky, a smile that says she earned something more than a trophy that night.