
Natalia thought she had stolen Carmen right out from under her twin. She took her time, kissed her slow, and took her upstairs like she’d won something. Then the bedroom door flew open and Alexa stood there—watching the whole show through glass only moments earlier. Instead of screaming, Alexa shut the door behind her and smiled. Carmen just grinned. She’d known the difference the entire afternoon. Natalia’s pride flared. She bolted up the stairs two at a time, cheeks burning. Alexa and Carmen followed without hurry. By the time they reached her doorway, Natalia was half out of breath and fully out of excuses. Nobody spoke. Natalia peeled Alexa’s black panties down with shaking hands, then pressed her mouth to the inside of her sister’s thigh. The heat rolling off Alexa’s skin flipped a switch; anger went straight to hunger. Carmen moved in behind her, fingers sliding along Natalia’s spine. They pulled Natalia onto the bed between them. Carmen shoved her tongue deep into Alexa’s mouth while Natalia’s hand worked between their legs. Then Alexa dropped lower, tongue tracing slow circles around Carmen’s ass while Carmen opened Natalia’s folds with two fingers and kissed her hard. The room filled with wet sounds, gasps, the slap of skin on skin. Carmen climbed over Alexa’s face, knees pinning her shoulders. “Lick,” she said, and Alexa did. Natalia knelt in front of Carmen, spreading her sister’s thighs wider, tongue slipping inside her cunt while Carmen ground down harder. Carmen leaned forward, mouth open on Natalia’s pussy, spit dripping down the seam of her ass. Alexa slid two fingers in beside Carmen’s tongue and pumped. Soon the three of them were locked tight—Alexa grinding her clit over Carmen’s mouth while Natalia sucked Carmen’s clit between her lips. Then Natalia straddled Carmen, hips rolling, never breaking eye contact with Alexa. Carmen’s fingers dug red lines down Natalia’s back. Alexa reached between their bodies, rubbing her sister’s clit in quick, firm strokes. The rhythm built, messy and frantic, until the mattress shook with the force of three shaking orgasms crashing together at once.
Natalia thought she had stolen Carmen right out from under her twin. She took her time, kissed her slow, and took her upstairs like she’d won something. Then the bedroom door flew open and Alexa stood there—watching the whole show through glass only moments earlier. Instead of screaming, Alexa shut the door behind her and smiled. Carmen just grinned. She’d known the difference the entire afternoon. Natalia’s pride flared. She bolted up the stairs two at a time, cheeks burning. Alexa and Carmen followed without hurry. By the time they reached her doorway, Natalia was half out of breath and fully out of excuses. Nobody spoke. Natalia peeled Alexa’s black panties down with shaking hands, then pressed her mouth to the inside of her sister’s thigh. The heat rolling off Alexa’s skin flipped a switch; anger went straight to hunger. Carmen moved in behind her, fingers sliding along Natalia’s spine. They pulled Natalia onto the bed between them. Carmen shoved her tongue deep into Alexa’s mouth while Natalia’s hand worked between their legs. Then Alexa dropped lower, tongue tracing slow circles around Carmen’s ass while Carmen opened Natalia’s folds with two fingers and kissed her hard. The room filled with wet sounds, gasps, the slap of skin on skin. Carmen climbed over Alexa’s face, knees pinning her shoulders. “Lick,” she said, and Alexa did. Natalia knelt in front of Carmen, spreading her sister’s thighs wider, tongue slipping inside her cunt while Carmen ground down harder. Carmen leaned forward, mouth open on Natalia’s pussy, spit dripping down the seam of her ass. Alexa slid two fingers in beside Carmen’s tongue and pumped. Soon the three of them were locked tight—Alexa grinding her clit over Carmen’s mouth while Natalia sucked Carmen’s clit between her lips. Then Natalia straddled Carmen, hips rolling, never breaking eye contact with Alexa. Carmen’s fingers dug red lines down Natalia’s back. Alexa reached between their bodies, rubbing her sister’s clit in quick, firm strokes. The rhythm built, messy and frantic, until the mattress shook with the force of three shaking orgasms crashing together at once.