Three On One

Karla Lane, Cayenne Amor and Mazzaratie Monica are buzzing while they wriggle into tiny lace. Those curves don't quit—thick thighs, heavy tits, asses you can bounce a quarter off. Every squeeze and adjust sparks a smirk, fingers lingering a little too long. Real chemistry crackles; you can feel it in the air. Doorbell. Mazzaratie smacks Karla on the rear and nods toward the hall. "Go get him, girl." Karla swings the door open and meets Derrick Pierce’s wide grin. They lock lips right there in the doorway, tongues already lazy and dirty. When they hit the bedroom the rest of the squad waits, satin clinging like second skin. Derrick blinks, then grins wider. "You three are gonna kill me." They don’t wait. Hands everywhere. Shirts yanked off, belt hissed free, his cock springing hot and heavy. Mouths descend—soft, wet, relentless. Derrick gives what he can, dick and tongue working double-time, but the ladies handle their own pleasure too. Tongues slide over clits, fingers curl inside slick heat. One moment Karla rides reverse on his mouth, moaning down at Cayenne who’s milking his shaft down her throat, the next they’re tangled three-deep, grinding and gasping. All filthy smiles and sweat-soaked skin, nobody’s counting orgasms anymore. Tonight’s a total free-for-all—the kind of date you shut up about after and grin at every time the memory hits.