Violet Starr

Will and Jamie got the text at the same time and both went cold. Someone knew about the weekend, and the address was their boy Chad's place. His girl Violet met them at the door in just a thin robe and a fuck-you smile. She laid it out straight: they fucked up in Vegas and now it was her turn. Do her or she tells their wives. "Bro code? Please," she laughed. "Get those cocks out." She let the robe fall and bent over the couch, still dripping from the shower. Will spread her slick, warm pussy with two fingers while Jamie lined up first. He slammed in deep and she groaned around Will's dick, sucking like she was starved for it. Wet slaps filled the room as he pounded her, balls swinging, her juices running down his shaft. When they switched, Jamie watched Will drive so hard her tits scraped the cushions. Violet worked both dicks like she owned them. Spit and pre-cum smeared her lips as she stroked whichever one wasn't in her mouth, gagging when a shaft hit the back of her throat. She got on all fours again and the guys took turns hammering her open pussy, stretching it wide, no mercy left in their hips. Violet kept taunting them between moans. "That's it. Fuck me harder or I keep all the photos." Will came first, gripping her ass as he flooded her cunt; Jamie followed seconds later, adding thick spurts until it spilled down her thighs. Clean-up wasn't an option. Violet collected what leaked and rubbed it over her clit, climaxing with her face pressed into the couch. Job done, she licked her fingers, grabbed her phone, and told them the video was already backed up. "Next time don't play where I can see it." She walked off, cum still shining between her legs, leaving the two of them sweating and breathing hard in their friend's living room.