Triple Ecstasy - Part 4

She pins her thighs open. Tongue flat and slow, dragging through wet folds until the clit swells under pressure. Small, hungry sounds catch in the smaller one's throat. Her wrists flex against the silk tie. Then the door clicks. Two men stand in the frame, shirts already half undone, hard cocks pressing against their zippers. They cross the room without a word. One yanks her hips up. The blunt head nudges, then breaches, sinking deep into her cunt. The other feeds his cock past parted lips until her jaw strains. Spit runs down her chin. A thumb works her asshole, slick with her own juices, then replaces itself with the second thick length. She takes both shafts, stretched and shaking. The women ride out each thrust, breath broken into ragged little gasps, sweat slick on flushed skin.