Two-Story Two-Timer

Gizelle steps into her apartment elevator and nearly chokes on her tongue when she sees both Codey and Isiah already standing inside. Their matching charming grins hit her at once. Little do they know she’s juggling both of them every night like a horny gymnast with no conscience. Isiah hops off on the next floor. Codey stays, frowning at the frost coming off Gizelle, so she keeps his mouth busy another way: she yanks his face between her legs, let him tongue-fuck her until her legs start to shake. They rush to fix their clothes when the door slides open again and Isiah steps back in. Now Codey’s out, totally fooled, but Isiah clocks Gizelle’s wild hair and glassy eyes and smells the lie on her right away. She shuts him up the fastest way she knows, dropping to her knees and swallowing him whole before the doors shut. Back and forth she bounces, between floors, between cocks, until both guys finally pile into the car together. The jig’s up, their feelings crack wide open, hearts bashed raw. Instead of turning on each other, they turn on her. In one hot second they’ve got Gizelle cornered, dresses ripped up, tits hanging out, mouth full and pussy stretched. They fuck her raw against the elevator wall, trading holes, spitting commands, giving the double-timing nympho everything she’s begged for but never had at the same time. Balls deep, two on one, floor indicator blinking while they cream her inside out and leave her gasping like the greedy slut she is.