Christy Canyon threesome

She drops to her knees first. Hands move to their belts like she’s done this before, mouth open before anyone asks. Wet lips wrap around one cock, then the other, switching between them while her saliva drips down her chin. They pull her up, spin her around, push her over the edge of the couch. Her tits hang heavy as one man sinks in from behind, the other standing ready in front of her face. The sound fills the room—skin hitting skin, the wet slap each time he slams forward. She moans around the cock in her mouth. They don’t ease up. One grips her hips and fucks harder, driving deeper. The other fists her hair and guides her head in rhythm. Sweat slides between her breasts. Her body jolts with every thrust. Nothing gentle about it. They use her between them until they’re finished, and she stays bent there, breathing hard, cum running down the inside of her thighs.