Layla thought they had finished, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, but the reprieve was short-lived. Marcus adjusted his stance, his muscles rippling under the dim pool lights as he signaled the producer with a sharp nod.
"She's stretched and ready," he grunted, his voice thick with a heavy, predatory lust. He reached down, gripping Layla's ankles with bruising force and shoving her knees back toward her shoulders, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable on the cool tiles. While Marcus remained poised at the entrance of her pussy, the producer moved behind her, his large cock glistening with moisture as he guided the broad head against her puckered, trembling butthole.
Layla's eyes went wide, a mixture of shock and intense heat flooding her system. "Wait—aaahhh! Both? Oh god, yes! Fill me up! Aaahhh!" she shrieked.
The slow burn snapped into a violent blaze as Marcus slammed his cock back into her pussy at the same moment the producer began to grind his way into her tight, unyielding butthole.
The sensation of being split open by two different cocks at the same time was overwhelming. She felt the heavy mass of Marcus's cock pounding inside her pussy while the producer's member forced its way deeper, inch by agonizing inch, into her butthole.
The thin wall of flesh between the two holes stretched to the point of transparency. As they established a brutal, grinding rhythm, Layla's boobs were bouncing up and down with every violent impact. Her heavy flesh swayed and jiggled frantically, her nipples hardening into tight points against the humid night air.
"Fuck, you're so tight behind!" the producer growled, his fingers digging into her glutes to anchor himself as he shoved his way in to the hilt. Layla looked up through the haze of pleasure and could see how these men's eyes were like wide animals, glazed and predatory. They were fixated on the sight of their members moving in and out of her every hole, watching the way her skin reddened and stretched. The raw, primal look in their wide eyes made her heart race even faster as she watched them claim her body with animalistic intent.
"Aaahhh! Ohhhh! I'm being stretched so wide! Oh god, fuck me! Fuck both my holes! Aaahhh!" Layla's voice was a raw, dramatic scream that echoed across the water.
The two men began a synchronized, piston-like rhythm, their cocks sliding in and out of her body in a punishing cadence. Her boobs continued bouncing up and down uncontrollably, the force of the double penetration vibrating through her entire frame.
The assistant director didn't stay idle; he knelt down beside her head, his own eyes wide as he watched the double assault. He began throbbing her clit with a frantic, wet pressure, his thumb moving in rapid circles while his other hand forced his cock into her mouth. Layla was completely occupied, every orifice filled and being used. She could hear the wet, rhythmic slapping of skin hitting skin as the two men behind her accelerated. Their eyes like wide animals tracked every movement of their cocks as they pounded in and out of her with relentless power.
"You're taking it all, you filthy slut!" Marcus hissed, sweat dripping from his chin onto her stomach as he watched her pussy and butthole stretch to accommodate their combined girth. "You're being filled and ruined just like you wanted! Aaahhh!"
"Yes! Ohhhh! More! Pound my ass! Fuck my pussy! Aaahhh!" Layla thrashed, her boobs bouncing with such intensity they seemed to be keeping time with the wet slaps of their bodies. The double penetration pushed her past the point of sanity. Her internal walls gripped both cocks with desperate, rhythmic spasms as the friction reached a white-hot intensity.
The synchronization between Marcus and the producer became a singular, violent force. As Marcus's cock hammered in and out of her pussy, the producer's cock matched the pace, slamming into her butthole with equal intensity. Layla's body was suspended in a state of constant, high-voltage friction.
"Fuck, I'm hitting him through the wall!" the producer roared, his breath hitching as he felt Marcus's cock pounding inside her just inches from his own shaft. "You're being filled by two cocks, Layla! Look at how they're stretching your holes!"
Layla's cries became high-pitched and frantic. "Aaahhh! Oh god! I can feel both of you! Ohhhh! It's too much! Aaahhh!" Her pussy and butthole were both engorged, slick with a mixture of sweat and juices. Her boobs bounced up and down one final, chaotic time as the men delivered their most powerful thrusts yet, their animal-like eyes wide with the effort of their looming release.
The assistant director increased the pressure on her clit, his thumb throbbing the sensitive nub with a ruthless, vibration-like speed. He leaned down, his cock still being serviced by her mouth, and growled, "Take it all, Layla! Take every drop!"
Marcus grabbed her waist and began to deliver heavy, bone-deep thrusts, his cock hitting her cervix while the producer's cock bottomed out in her butthole. The friction was explosive. Layla's internal muscles began to clamp down in a violent, uncontrollable spasms, milking both men simultaneously as she spiraled into a blinding orgasm.
"Aaahhh! Ohhhh! I'm coming! I'm coming! Fuck me! Fuckkkk!" she shrieked, her body arching off the deck.
At the exact moment she peaked, all three men lost control. Marcus let out a guttural scream as he buried his cock in her pussy and flooded her. The producer groaned, his muscles locking tight as he filled her butthole to the brim. The assistant director pulled his cock from her mouth at the last second, coating her face and bouncing boobs in a final explosion of white.
Layla collapsed onto the tiles, her breath coming in ragged, broken gasps. Her two holes remained agape, dripping with the evidence of the triple encounter. Just as the men began to pull away, a shadow fell over the pool deck. Ava stood a few feet away, her eyes wide with a mixture of horror and fascination, having witnessed every second.