Chayse Evans

She holds his limp dick between two fingers like she's checking a limp noodle for firmness. Not much to grip. They both know it, so he booked the appointment like a good little bitch. Dr. Long set the stage. Lights low. Door locked. She didn't get on the table for a check-up. She spread for treatment. Jack Napier and Rick Strong walked in already hard. Black poles thick enough to split her open. She dropped to her knees fast, no hesitation, mouth open like she was starving. Those two monsters stretched her lips wide. Spit ran down her chin. She gagged, pulled back, dove again. Could barely breathe, didn't care. She climbed onto the exam table. Legs apart. Pussy glistening. The first cock pushed in and her whole body jerked. The second waited, throbbing against her thigh. She took them both. One after the other. Then together. No mercy. Just the slap of skin and her broken moans. Her boyfriend sat in the corner, eyes locked on every inch disappearing inside her. When they finished, thick ropes of cum painted her face. She licked what she could reach. The rest dripped down her tits. He crawled over and cleaned the rest without being told. Tongue out. Quiet. Grateful. She might keep him. Might not. Depends how well he swallows next time.