Phyllisha

Dinner hisses on the stove while Phyllisha bends over the counter. Her fake tits press against cold laminate as two men push in at once. The Twinserter double-fucks her raw, one cock driving deep in her ass, the other stretching her pussy wide. She shudders, eyes half-lidded, breath ragged. Sauce spatters onto the burner behind her, forgotten. Every thrust knocks the wooden spoon from her grip, sends another hiss of steam into the air. Blonde hair clings to her damp neck. She grips the edge of the counter until her knuckles bleach, caught between the burn behind her and the relentless stretch inside her. The room smells like scorched tomatoes and sweat.