“Feels like you’re missing the party, Lee,” she moaned, her head laying back against his shoulder. She quickly reached down, stood on her toes and stuck Lee at the entrance to her tight ass before sinking back down. Lee almost came on the spot from her tight, hot ass engulfing his dick.
“Oh fuck me,” she moaned, her body still shaking to the music. Osman and Lee wasted little time, both of them pumping inside her to the rhythm of the dancers, fucking her in the middle of two hundred other people. “I need to feel,” she moaned. “Tits,” she begged.
Osman lifted her shirt up over her cleavage, her tits bouncing free of her confines and rubbing against his chest as the three moved with and against each other.
“You guys ready to fucking cum yet?” she asked when she got a breath. Osman and Lee looked at each other, they knew they were getting close and started ramming it to her harder, lifting her off the ground with each pounding stroke.
“Oh fuck!” they grunted almost in unison. Each could feel the other cum; the throbbing dicks separated by her thin walls as they pumped their loads into her, her clenching twat and ass as she milked the jizz deep into herself. After the cocks finished spurting they almost all fell down, and the slut moved from between them, letting them cover themselves back up.
“Oh Jesus, I need a drink after a fucking like that,” she said and moved to the bar, not bothering to pull her skirt down for another few steps, giving anyone who looked a clear view of the cum leaking from her sodden holes.
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