Taissia Shanti Double Teamed

Taissia Shanti walked into the spa expecting a nice rubdown, not two guys ready to turn her into a naked, moaning sandwich. She peeled off those cute pastel bits, flopped onto the table belly-down like a dish someone actually wanted to eat, and waited to see who would take the first bite. Oil hit her back in cool ribbons. Their hands dug in, working her shoulders, her ass, the curve of her calves—pressing deep, slow, until her spine arched and she breathed through her teeth. Pretty soon the breathing changed: long, low, begging. One masseur slid between her thighs, fingers slippery against her pussy lips, circling, pressing, dipping in. Taissia reached back, grabbed each cock like it was hers to keep warm, pumped them in lazy rhythm while the other guy guided his tip past her lips. She swallowed him to the root, nose pressed to skin, throat fluttering. Then they flipped her—legs up, hips tilted—so one could sink into her from below while the second knelt at her mouth. The table creaked; her small breasts bounced with each thrust. When they pulled out she stayed spread, gaping and glossy, until both cocks painted stripes across her ass and across her tongue. She licked her lips, still moaning, not ready to call it a day just yet.