MEGAN FIORE Busty Secretary Of DP

At the sales meeting, Megan—tiny glasses, big tits, coffee cup in hand—trips and splashes the whole thing across the conference table. Lorenzo and client Tommy are staring, cocks already thickening behind their zippers. Lorenzo tells her to clean it up the way they rehearsed. She drops to her knees, tongue flicking brown droplets off the wood. Lorenzo unbuttons her blouse, yanks down the lace cups, and slaps each heavy breast, making them bounce for Tommy’s hungry grin. Megan opens wide for Tommy first, throat bobbing, spit already running down his shaft. Lorenzo feeds his cock in from the side so she can suck both at once, cheeks stretched, eyes watering while both heads slide over her tongue. Lorenzo rips her skirt off and stuffs her from behind; Tommy takes the seat in front of her so she can keep polishing his cock. Lorenzo buries his face between her cheeks, licking that puckered hole while he rails her dripping pussy. Then he straightens up and forces his wet cock straight into her ass. Megan’s fingers fly over her swollen clit, legs shaking under the double assault. Tommy slides underneath and the guys shove into both holes at the same time; one stretching her cunt, the other punching deep in her guts. She gasps around whichever dick they feed her after it’s been in her ass. They flip her, doggy, missionary, riding; each time dicks trade places without ever leaving her holes. Megan’s screams crack when they pound harder, her glasses fogged and halfway down her nose. Tommy pulls out, covers her tongue and chin in thick spurts. Lorenzo stays buried, then paints her entire face white—hot jets landing on her lips, cheeks, even splattering her frames. She licks her lips like she can’t get enough and grinds back until Lorenzo’s balls finally empty and drip over her tits in sloppy ropes.