Strip Pillow Fight

Eliza Ibarra, Emma Hix and Gabbie Carter drag ass inside after the rain kills their water fight plans. Bored out of their minds, they’re hunting for a fresh way to keep their stupid yearly contest alive when Emma gets that wicked little grin. Pillow fight but make it strip, she suggests—each crack of a pillow means you peel off some clothes. Gabbie catches the first direct hit and giggles, skin already flushing as she yanks her top off, tits bouncing free. The next swing belongs to Eliza; Emma goes down laughing, losing her top in one slick pull. After that it’s a damn free-for-all—pillows smack bare skin, lace thongs flutter to the floor, every dodge brings them closer and hotter until suddenly the three of them are butt-naked, chests heaving, and every laugh dips an octave lower. Tossing pillows aside they all glance at the wide empty couch, the heat thick as honey. “Real fun starts now,” Emma purrs, hands gliding over warm tits and hips. The contest just got upgraded, and none of them look the least bit sorry.