Charlotte DP'd In Bisexual Threesome

Charlotte's been grinding on textbooks too long. Lance says she needs a different pair of hands. He calls Wolf, his tattooed, bi masseur buddy with those devil-may-care eyes and a mouth that could get a nun expelled. Wolf walks in like he already owns the room. The moment he lays hands on her—smooth lotion over her narrow hips, spreading pale cheeks, tongue dragging firm circles around her clenched hole—she stops studying mid-breath. Her back arches. She doesn't tell him to stop. Lance pulls out his cock, still stiff from watching them. Charlotte dives on it hungry, Wolf right beside her, both mouths sliding wet down that thick shaft, tongues tangling on the head. Spit shines Lance's balls as they trade turns. Wolf fucks her ass first, slow and deep until she's shaking. Then Lance takes her cunt from below. Charlotte's sandwiched between them, asshole stuffed with Wolf, pussy split by Lance, moaning like she's lost every semester's restraint at once. Sweat on ink, nails scraping skin. They switch again. All three line up, mouths greedy for Wolf's cock now. Lance strokes it into Charlotte's lips, Wolf's hand heavy on her head. They make her drink it down, the wet sounds filling the room. When they finish, they paint her face: thick ropes across cheekbones, eyelash, lips—Lance's load mixing with Wolf's until Charlotte's blinking through the mess, trembling and sticky, no books left on her mind.