Full Service For The Spinner

Moka Mora calls the handyman, but two guys roll up instead. She answers wearing nothing but a pink skirt that barely covers anything and thigh-high socks hugging her legs. The second she lets them inside and mentions she’s alone, the vibe shifts. During their break they compare notes, catch her flirting with both of them, and decide why pick when they can share. She overhears, cuts their chat short, drops to her knees and grabs both cocks—one real, one prosthetic—and starts working them like she’s starving. They bend her over, stuff her from both ends and switch whenever they feel like. Moka never has a free hole, always one guy buried in her throat while the other rams her from behind. When they finish she sticks her tongue out and gets painted with thick ropes, mouth wide and grinning the whole time.