Ass Hats, Scene #03

Luna Star's got that married duo wrapped around her ass. She's in cut-off shorts, bouncing and shaking the thing at Mark and Francesca until the camera guys crack. She bent down, shorts yanked off, and they went straight in—tongues buried in her warm crack. She threw her cheeks right at 'em, peeled her top too, nipples stiff and huge, wide dark rings puffin' out. Luna planted her ass on Mark's face like she was breaking him in, rode the wet pleasure, hips rocking while he just took it. She flipped around, swallowed his cock in this wild upside-down slurping while he kept busy on her. Then things turned rougher: he got a grip on her, jammed himself down her throat, finger on that swollen clit, and lined up behind to stuff her open. She stayed busy between her legs, trembling. When she climbed on to ride, she screamed straight, didn't hold back one bit, making sure to lick herself off his shaft every so often, getting that tangy taste off him. That second hubby could watch the show and didn't exactly stick to it—both her feet took care of business too, toes slidin' all over. Francesca just jumped back in the frame. Fingers everywhere, ready to catch whatever comes out so Luna can gulp it down in front of the lens.