Rocco's Perfect Sluts #07, Scene #01

Jayden’s a knockout in a fedora, corset, fishnets and heels, Asian curves straining against every strap. Alina’s tiny shorts look painted onto her neat little body—nothing much up top, everything right where it counts. They dive into each other like the clothes offended them, tongues wrestling, fingers hooking straps loose until fishnets end up around ankles. Mouths press, legs spread, and suddenly Jayden’s nose-deep between Alina’s smooth lips while Alina’s perched on her face, grinding slow and wet. Door creaks. James strolls in wearing a suit that screams business, but the girls read the look on his face. Hands clamp hair, heads yank back, throats open for the taking. He feeds them cock until spit rivers down their chins and puddles on their tits. Naked now, he lines up, slams home, working Alina with two fingers while Jayden plants her tongue on his asshole and doesn’t come up for air. Next rotation: Jayden’s on all fours, cheeks spread, hole stretched wide around him. Alina watches up close, leans in and runs her tongue along the stretched rim like she’s chasing the last drop of something expensive. When James drags Alina onto her back, her clit juts, glossy and begging, while every thrust rocks her whole frame. He grunts, pulls out, strokes twice and paints Alina’s tongue—thick ropes that overflow. She turns, drools the mess into Jayden’s open mouth; the pair swaps it back and forth, stringy strands sparkling between their lips before they gulp it down like cheap champagne.