Rebelle Rousers - Part 2

She’s on her knees talking shit when the boys grab her hair and stuff both dicks into her mouth. Gagging noises start the second they push past her throat, spit and makeup running down her chin while she keeps pumping her hands. One stud hauls her up, spins her around, and sinks in fast and raw, filling her from behind. He punches deep, hips smacking skin, and she groans louder around the other guy’s cock still wedged on her tongue. The first guy swaps in like clockwork, driving his soaked length straight into her other open hole. They trade turns—back and forth—slamming, switching, drool flying, until she’s bouncing between them, stretched in both ends and loving the rough, nonstop fill.