The floral dress barely survives the first man’s grip, his mouth crashing onto her neck as his hands yank the fabric down. Skylar Snow’s heavy tits spill free, her nipples already hard before the second man drops to his knees, tongue diving between her thighs. Behind her, the third man unbuckles his belt, cock already rock hard, and guides himself in with a groan. She arches back, ass bouncing against his hips as he pounds deep, her moans mixing with wet slapping sounds. The red-dressed woman watches from the floor, her own fingers working furiously between her legs, before the suited man behind her pulls her up and flips her over, face-first into the carpet.
