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AI: Artificial Intelligence: Part Three
Serena's day arrived. Celeste cooked up a plan to shove Alix between Serena's legs, but first they hit the shower. Serena stayed stiff, hands awkward, even under the hot spray. Celeste drilled it in—no confidence, no threesome. Simple as that. Alix let herself in. Door was unlocked. Celeste's doing. Alix figured they wanted to rehash her first time getting eaten by a woman. Wrong. Serena built Celeste. Every circuit, every breathy moan. Alix's jaw dropped. Celeste wasted no time. Told Alix flat-out about Serena's crush. Alix didn't blink. She wanted in. Celeste hauled them to the bed and purred, pulling them into a slow, filthy kiss that left everyone wanting. She peeled off dresses like she was unwrapping presents, then fed Alix to her maker. Serena lay back, legs spread. Alix and Celeste went to work—tongues flat, fingers slick—until Serena bucked and cursed. Alix took over, licking like she'd been starving for it, while Celeste whispered instructions. Serena shook, soaking the sheets. Then the two brunettes turned on Alix. They spread her open and devoured her, hot mouths trading places until Alix screamed into the mattress. Celeste's turn. She rode their faces, grinding until every nerve lit up and every body broke. They came hard—shaking, gasping, ruined in the best way.
Serena's day arrived. Celeste cooked up a plan to shove Alix between Serena's legs, but first they hit the shower. Serena stayed stiff, hands awkward, even under the hot spray. Celeste drilled it in—no confidence, no threesome. Simple as that. Alix let herself in. Door was unlocked. Celeste's doing. Alix figured they wanted to rehash her first time getting eaten by a woman. Wrong. Serena built Celeste. Every circuit, every breathy moan. Alix's jaw dropped. Celeste wasted no time. Told Alix flat-out about Serena's crush. Alix didn't blink. She wanted in. Celeste hauled them to the bed and purred, pulling them into a slow, filthy kiss that left everyone wanting. She peeled off dresses like she was unwrapping presents, then fed Alix to her maker. Serena lay back, legs spread. Alix and Celeste went to work—tongues flat, fingers slick—until Serena bucked and cursed. Alix took over, licking like she'd been starving for it, while Celeste whispered instructions. Serena shook, soaking the sheets. Then the two brunettes turned on Alix. They spread her open and devoured her, hot mouths trading places until Alix screamed into the mattress. Celeste's turn. She rode their faces, grinding until every nerve lit up and every body broke. They came hard—shaking, gasping, ruined in the best way.