Empty black, then color. Seth drifts past a dead thruster, mouth dry. Two women float in zero-g, skin bare, slick with sweat they can't wipe away. Kylie spins slow, cunt shaved smooth, cunt-lips already parted. Vanessa holds her by the hips, tonguing her clit in lazy circles, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet tin can of their ship. They spot him, grin like wolves. "Come here," Vanessa says, voice low. She hooks a finger, and he pushes off the bulkhead. Kylie reaches first. Her hand finds his cock through the thin suit, gives one hard stroke, balls to tip. Zero gravity makes every touch electric. Vanessa shoves Kylie back against the padded wall, spreads her legs wider, then turns that same hungry mouth on Seth. She sucks him deep, tongue flat, no hesitation. Kylie watches, two fingers buried in her own cunt, juices floating in tiny globes. Seth grabs Vanessa’s hair, fucks her throat until tears streak her cheeks. Kylie pulls free, lines his cock up with her entrance, and sinks down slow. Gravity gone means she can take every inch without resistance. Vanessa moves behind her, licks where they join, sucks on his balls while Kylie rides. Sweat beads, drifts. Kylie comes first—tight, pulsing, her moan echoing off steel. Seth feels her cunt milk him and loses it, pumping hot and deep. Vanessa shoves Kylie off, drinks what leaks out, then flips around so Seth can fuck her from behind while she tongues Kylie clean. They keep going, bodies twisting, no up or down, until all three drift half-conscious, slick, spent, still touching.
Empty black, then color. Seth drifts past a dead thruster, mouth dry. Two women float in zero-g, skin bare, slick with sweat they can't wipe away. Kylie spins slow, cunt shaved smooth, cunt-lips already parted. Vanessa holds her by the hips, tonguing her clit in lazy circles, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet tin can of their ship. They spot him, grin like wolves. "Come here," Vanessa says, voice low. She hooks a finger, and he pushes off the bulkhead. Kylie reaches first. Her hand finds his cock through the thin suit, gives one hard stroke, balls to tip. Zero gravity makes every touch electric. Vanessa shoves Kylie back against the padded wall, spreads her legs wider, then turns that same hungry mouth on Seth. She sucks him deep, tongue flat, no hesitation. Kylie watches, two fingers buried in her own cunt, juices floating in tiny globes. Seth grabs Vanessa’s hair, fucks her throat until tears streak her cheeks. Kylie pulls free, lines his cock up with her entrance, and sinks down slow. Gravity gone means she can take every inch without resistance. Vanessa moves behind her, licks where they join, sucks on his balls while Kylie rides. Sweat beads, drifts. Kylie comes first—tight, pulsing, her moan echoing off steel. Seth feels her cunt milk him and loses it, pumping hot and deep. Vanessa shoves Kylie off, drinks what leaks out, then flips around so Seth can fuck her from behind while she tongues Kylie clean. They keep going, bodies twisting, no up or down, until all three drift half-conscious, slick, spent, still touching.