RISKY OIL FINGERING ON THE BALCONY. DOUBLE PENETRATION ORGASMS LIKE CRAZY

The night air was thick with the scent of grease and lust as she leaned over the balcony railing, her ass slick with motor oil, glistening under the harsh glow of the streetlights. She had been waiting, her heart pounding like a piston, for the rough hands that would violate her, claim her. When they finally came, they were brutal, pushing her face against the cool concrete, fingers digging into her hips. She could hear the squelch of oil as he rammed his thick cock into her pussy, the filthy slapping of flesh against flesh echoing through the night. She moaned, a low, guttural sound, as another set of hands gripped her waist, a second cock pressing against her asshole. She pushed back, taking them both, her body stretching, burning, as they filled her completely. The double penetration orgasms hit her like a freight train, one after the other, her body convulsing, her screams echoing through the alley below.

Her fingers were coated in the grimy oil, slipping and sliding as she rubbed her clit furiously, the sensation of being fucked raw and hard from both ends driving her wild. She could feel every vein, every ridge of their cocks as they pounded into her, the sound of their balls slapping against her skin a filthy symphony. She was a mess, her body covered in oil, sweat, and spit, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was more, harder, deeper. She begged for it, her voice hoarse, her words a string of obscenities that hung heavy in the air. The men obliged, their thrusts becoming more savage, their grunts more animalistic. She came again, her body shaking, her pussy and ass clamping down on their cocks, milking them, demanding their cum. And when they finally exploded inside her, filling her with their hot, sticky seed, she screamed, a primal, savage sound, her body writhing, her mind shattered.