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Ugo and Maurizio lose their damn minds over Marcella’s cock. They’re all over it, all over her. She stands between them, thick and stiff, while they trade strokes and filthy grins. Maurizio drops to his knees first, takes her straight down his throat, bobbing wet and eager. Ugo kneels right beside him, tongue out, licking every inch Maurizio leaves slick. Marcella grabs the backs of their heads, pulls them closer, makes them kiss around her head like it’s their favorite game. They don’t fight it—they moan into each other’s mouths and keep sucking. Soon the boys stand, cocks hard, rubbing against hers. Mazza spits in his palm and starts jerking two of them together, skin sliding on skin, while Ugo sinks two fingers into Marcella’s ass, slow at first then quicker, curling just right. She hisses, hips bucking, and the room smells like sweat and spit and hot skin. They push her back onto the bed. Ugo climbs on, straddles her waist, sinks down on her cock in one greedy drop, groaning as he bottoms out. Maurizio kneels behind him, works lube into Ugo’s hole around Marcella’s shaft, then pushes his own cock in too. Double-stuffed, stretched tight, Ugo swears and laughs at the same time. They rock together, sloppy and loud, cocks sliding against each other inside him. Marcella thrusts up hard, chasing her own pleasure now, and the boys ride every move. The bed creaks. Somebody’s hand finds Marcella’s tits and squeezes. She arches, breath catching, and when she’s close they pull off, kneel on either side, stroking fast. She comes in thick ropes across her own chest—pretty, flushed tits painted white, nipples shining. The boys lean in, licking it up, swapping her taste between hungry kisses while her cock gives one last twitch against her stomach.
Ugo and Maurizio lose their damn minds over Marcella’s cock. They’re all over it, all over her. She stands between them, thick and stiff, while they trade strokes and filthy grins. Maurizio drops to his knees first, takes her straight down his throat, bobbing wet and eager. Ugo kneels right beside him, tongue out, licking every inch Maurizio leaves slick. Marcella grabs the backs of their heads, pulls them closer, makes them kiss around her head like it’s their favorite game. They don’t fight it—they moan into each other’s mouths and keep sucking. Soon the boys stand, cocks hard, rubbing against hers. Mazza spits in his palm and starts jerking two of them together, skin sliding on skin, while Ugo sinks two fingers into Marcella’s ass, slow at first then quicker, curling just right. She hisses, hips bucking, and the room smells like sweat and spit and hot skin. They push her back onto the bed. Ugo climbs on, straddles her waist, sinks down on her cock in one greedy drop, groaning as he bottoms out. Maurizio kneels behind him, works lube into Ugo’s hole around Marcella’s shaft, then pushes his own cock in too. Double-stuffed, stretched tight, Ugo swears and laughs at the same time. They rock together, sloppy and loud, cocks sliding against each other inside him. Marcella thrusts up hard, chasing her own pleasure now, and the boys ride every move. The bed creaks. Somebody’s hand finds Marcella’s tits and squeezes. She arches, breath catching, and when she’s close they pull off, kneel on either side, stroking fast. She comes in thick ropes across her own chest—pretty, flushed tits painted white, nipples shining. The boys lean in, licking it up, swapping her taste between hungry kisses while her cock gives one last twitch against her stomach.