Yana’s breath hitched as Ratmir slid the black lace set from its box. The fabric clung to her curves like a second skin, stockings raising a sheen on her thighs. Wearing it was a promise. She met his eyes—yes, she wanted two cocks tonight.

The third musk joined them. Hands skimmed her waist, fingers hooked in her panties, peeling the damp silk away. Ratmir leaned in, kissing her neck, while the other man’s palm cupped her pussy, rubbing her clit to a slick pulse. She moaned as they worked her up, their voices low and hot. “He’s too thick,” she whispered, but her pussy juice told another story.

Soon she was on her elbows on the bed, Ratmir’s cock salt-tipped and throbbing. She wrapped her lips around all that length of hard meat, tasting his pre-cum. The other man’s rod pressed into her palm, hot and heavy. Two cocks in her hands felt primal—she jerked and sucked, switching between them, feeling the veins slide under her tongue. “Damn girl, you’re a greedy little slit,” Ratmir growled, pulling her ass up. He slid his cock into her pussy, a slick, tight wet fit. The second man stayed demanding in her mouth.

Then she bared herself for double penetration. She braced as the second man guided his pole into her rear. The space inside was electric fire. When he pushed past the resistance, Yana yelped—then gasped. Two cocks moving in her, pussy and ass, barely separated by a thin wall, filling every