Secret Sucker

Clover strolls into the room, tray in hand, ready to feed his girl Bianca Breeze her lunch. But Bianca? She's got other plans. She spins around and starts working out the kinks in his shoulders, turning his break into her personal playground. Clover can't resist—he slides his hands down to that juicy round ass of hers. She shoots him a look, smirking, 'Hey, none of that now, we ain't got time for your naughty games today.' Fat chance. She drops to her knees anyway, devours his cock like it's the main course, throat working him deep and sloppy, all teasing saliva and zero mercy. Lunch break just got messy. Clover flips over like nothing happened, and Bianca picks right back up with the massage, hands gliding smooth as silk. But wait—Selma's been lurking in the shadows the whole time, this sneaky ghost bitch who won't quit. She floats up, whispering in his ear, 'I'm gonna suck that dick of yours dry.' Clover hisses, 'Beat it, spirit! This place better not be haunted—you're just a damn ghost!' Yeah, right. Selma slips right under the table, unseen, and goes to town on his thick cock like a goddamn expert, slurping and swirling while Bianca chats away oblivious. Spooky, steamy double-team? Hell yeah, right under her nose!