Elena (36) had been the center of attention all night at the private club, but it was only when she brought Ryan and Marcus home that things turned serious. Her husband Tom sat in the armchair, cock already hard in his hand, watching his wife strip for the two bulls she'd chosen. 'Show them how much you want it, baby,' Tom said, voice thick. Elena dropped to her knees on the thick rug. Ryan's cock was long and veined, Marcus's even thicker at the base. She took Ryan first, lips stretching wide around the head, tongue swirling over the slit to catch the first salty bead. She moaned as she sank lower, jaw aching from the girth, saliva already dripping down her chin. The wet sound of her sucking filled the room. Marcus stepped closer and she switched, opening wide to take his heavier cock, gagging softly when it hit the back of her throat. She alternated between them, spit stringing from her lips to their shafts, eyes watering, throat working noisily. 'Fuck, she's good at that,' Ryan growled, fisting her dark hair. Elena looked up at him, mouth full, and hummed around the cock. Tom's breathing grew ragged from the chair. Marcus pulled her up and bent her over the ottoman. He spread her cheeks and buried his face between them, tongue dragging flat and slow over her asshole before sliding down to her soaked pussy. He licked her clit in tight circles while two thick fingers pushed inside her, curling hard against her front wall. Elena's legs shook. 'Right there—don't stop,' she gasped. Marcus pumped his fingers faster, tongue flicking relentlessly until her thighs clenched and she came with a sharp cry, pussy pulsing around his knuckles, juices running down his wrist. Ryan didn't wait. He lined up behind her and drove in with one long thrust. Elena's mouth fell open in a silent scream as her cunt stretched around him. The burn was perfect—full, deep, exactly what she needed. He fucked her hard from the start, hips slapping loud against her ass, balls swinging. Each stroke dragged across her g-spot. 'God, you're tight,' he grunted. 'Take that cock.' Marcus moved in front of her. Elena opened her mouth again and he fed his cock between her lips while Ryan pounded her from behind. Spit-roasted, exactly how she'd begged for it. The wet, rhythmic sounds of her throat and pussy filled the room. Tom stroked himself slowly, eyes locked on the way her tits swung beneath her. They flipped her onto her back on the couch. Ryan pushed her knees to her chest and sank back inside, the new angle making her gasp as he bottomed out. Marcus straddled her chest and she licked and sucked his balls while Ryan fucked her. Her second orgasm built fast; Ryan felt her pussy start to flutter and hammered harder until she came again, body jerking, a gush of wetness soaking his cock and the cushion beneath her. 'Want both?' Marcus asked. Elena nodded, breathless. They moved her to the rug again. Ryan lay back and Elena straddled him, sinking down on his cock with a long moan. Marcus knelt behind her, working lube over his shaft. He pressed the blunt head against her already stretched pussy, right above Ryan's cock, and pushed. Elena's eyes rolled back as her cunt opened around the second thick intrusion. The stretch was intense—almost too much—then both men were inside her, moving in slow, careful counter-rhythm. She felt every inch, every vein, the way their cocks rubbed together through her thin inner wall. 'Fuck—yes—fill me,' she panted. They found a steady pace. Ryan thrust up while Marcus drove down, the double penetration turning her into a shaking, moaning mess. Tom stood closer now, watching her face as she took them both. Elena came again with a broken scream, pussy clamping hard around both cocks, whole body convulsing.
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