Two's Company, Three's Allowed: Part Two

Kissa showed up early. Aaliyah had a window. They tore into each other on that bed before the rest of the team wandered in. Then the door cracked and Chanell stood there, blinking, pretty as hell, catching the two of them slick and bare and tangled. Aaliyah tried to cover up, cheeks burning, voice low. Kissa stayed spread wide, eyes dark and hungry, and just told Chanell to get on the mattress. Said they could call it girl talk if she liked. Chanell’s pulse hammered in her throat; she’d walked straight into two beautiful naked women she barely knew. Could’ve turned around. Didn’t. Kissa stripped her first, slow, like peeling fruit. Aaliyah quit pretending they had anything left to hide and joined in, mouth hot on Chanell’s neck, promising silence if she promised the same. Heat soaked the sheets. Lips met. Fingers slid where they shouldn’t. Chanell sank back, legs parting, and Kissa dropped between them, tongue working that slick cunt till her moans turned short and frantic. Aaliyah kept her busy at the top, deep kisses that tasted like sweat and shock and need. Aaliyah dropped lower, tongue tracing tight circles over Chanell’s ass while Kissa climbed up to feed her own soaked pussy over waiting lips. Everything blurred. They climbed and shifted and ground, hips rolling, thighs shaking, sweat slicking skin. Every stroke, every thrust, every desperate little grind pushed them closer, louder, until the three of them came hard and shaking and filthy. When it was done they lay panting, grinning like they’d sealed a pact nobody else would ever read.