Orsay loves to fuck - 1.

Orsay can't get enough of a cock up her ass or shoved down her throat. I've seen that girl take a fat one sideways, upside down, spit-roasted and stacked, and she still wants more every single time. Plenty nights Bruno and I kicked back watching her videos, dicks in hand, pretending we didn't hear each other stroking. So I told him why settle for a screen? Call up Orsay, lock the door behind us, and watch her take care of two cocks for real. She shows up in nothing but a tiny skirt she never intends to keep on long, drops straight to her knees the second she clocks our bulges. Bruno grabs her hair first, shoves past her lips until her chin's slick with spit. I get in behind, peel her cheeks apart and sink balls deep, feeling her ring grab and milk every inch. Every thrust Bruno gives her makes her gag around me, tight throat squeezing wet. We switch ends, bend her over the couch and swap holes whenever she can breathe. Her ass stays greedy, swollen red, begging us not to stop. She wants the swap-stick over and over, so we hammer her in criss-cross until she's glossy head to toe. Orsay stays on, looking up through mascara smears and that devil grin, still thirsty while we glaze her cheeks together. Safe to say the three of us call it dinner and a show, but nobody walks straight when we're done.