Sarah, 38, stood in the center of the dimly lit suite, her black lace dress pooled at her feet. Her husband Mike, 40, sat in the leather armchair by the window, whiskey in hand, eyes locked on her. Across from him, Derek, 35, a broad-shouldered bull with a thick 8-inch cock already straining against his jeans, and Jamal, 36, lean and dark with a long, veined 9-inch shaft, circled her like predators.
"On your knees, baby," Mike said quietly. Sarah dropped, the plush carpet soft under her. Derek stepped forward first, unzipping and pulling out his heavy cock. Sarah opened her mouth wide, jaw stretching around the girth as she took the head between her lips. The salty taste of pre-cum hit her tongue. She sucked greedily, slurping loudly, spit already dripping down her chin. Derek groaned and pushed deeper. Her throat bulged as he fed her another inch. Gagging sounds filled the room—wet, choking glucks as she took him to the back of her throat.
Jamal moved behind her, his hands gripping her hair, guiding her head while Derek fucked her mouth in slow, deliberate strokes. "That's it, take that cock," Jamal growled. "Look at your wife, Mike. She's drooling all over it." Sarah's eyes watered, mascara running, but she moaned around the shaft, the vibration making Derek's balls tighten. She reached up, stroking Jamal's length with one hand, feeling it pulse hot and heavy in her palm.
Derek pulled out with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. "Your turn," he said to Jamal. Sarah turned, mouth open again, and Jamal slid in deeper than Derek had gone. Her jaw ached from the stretch. She gagged hard when he hit the back of her throat, but she didn't pull away. Jamal held her head and pumped, long slow thrusts that made her throat ripple around him. Spit poured down her tits. Mike shifted in the chair, cock tenting his pants.
"Get on the bed," Mike ordered. Sarah climbed onto the king bed on all fours. Derek moved behind her, spreading her ass cheeks. He dragged his tongue from her dripping pussy up to her asshole, circling the tight ring before plunging two thick fingers into her cunt. Sarah cried out, pushing back. Derek's tongue flicked her clit in fast, wet circles while his fingers curled against her G-spot, pumping in a steady rhythm that made her thighs shake.
Jamal lay in front of her, feeding his cock back into her mouth. She sucked him noisily while Derek ate her from behind. The wet sounds of his tongue lapping at her folds mixed with her muffled moans around Jamal's shaft. Derek added a third finger, stretching her, scissoring them open. "She's so fucking wet," he muttered. "Ready for cock."
He stood, lined up, and pushed the fat head of his dick against her entrance. Sarah gasped around Jamal as Derek sank in. The stretch was intense—her pussy walls gripping every inch as he buried himself balls-deep in one slow thrust. She felt impossibly full. Derek started fucking her with hard, deep strokes, the slap of skin on skin loud in the room. Each thrust shoved her forward onto Jamal's cock, spit-roasting her between them.
"Fuck, she's tight," Derek grunted. "Her cunt is squeezing me." Jamal pulled out of her mouth so she could speak. "Harder," Sarah begged. "Use me." Derek obliged, pounding her, the angle hitting her cervix with every stroke. Her tits swung beneath her. Jamal reached under and pinched her nipples, twisting them until she whimpered.
They flipped her onto her back. Jamal took her pussy this time, his longer cock sliding in with a wet squelch. Sarah's legs were pushed back to her shoulders, knees beside her ears. The position let Jamal bottom out completely, his heavy balls slapping her ass. Derek straddled her chest, feeding his cock between her tits while she licked the head on every stroke.
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