Too Many Clients!

Busy parlor, stacked schedule, and Adira Allure’s first guy just happens to be the one she wants on the table. Milan strips to his briefs, stretches out, and cracks wise about her calendar staying booked. “I’m just popular,” she shrugs, already pouring oil over the slabs of muscle she’s been itching to handle. Her grip turns frisky fast—underwear gone, cock slick in her fist, then sliding between her lips, then swallowed by the fat squeeze of her bare tits. Out front the other five guys—Danny, Lawson, Dorian, Donny, Ramon—pace and curse, every minute stretching like an hour. They finally stomp down the hall and shove the door open, only to see Milan balls-deep already. Pissed and impatient, they bark about appointments and wasted time. Adira glances up, tits shiny, grin wicked. Instead of excuses she offers a deal: pile in, all of them, right now, and she’ll use every slick, tight hole until the line’s clear and everyone walks out empty. The room goes quiet, then six cocks crowd the table and the gangbang kicks off hot. Too many clients? Adira just calls it a regular Tuesday.