Heart of Darkness - Part 3

The room felt heavy in that apartment they built on a soundstage back in 2004, the lighting painted amber across skin. Randy pulled her onto his lap. Sunrise opened wide, took him slow and deep, saliva stringing between her lips and his cock every time she pulled back for air. Dru knelt behind her and spread her ass, licked with flat tongue strokes that made Sunrise moan around Randy’s shaft. The wet sound of sucking filled the quiet between them. He held her hair, kept her steady. She drooled on his balls when he thrust up, and she let it happen, eyes half closed, fingers digging into his thighs. Dru moved with the rhythm, tongue and fingers working her open. One long push and he hit the back of her throat—Sunrise took it all without gagging, tongue out against his base while saliva ran down her chin. She came up for breath, lips swollen, then went down again. Randy gripped her shoulders, face tight, and spilled across her tongue in heavy pulses that she swallowed without breaking rhythm.