Twin Trap: Part Two

Alexa Grace has always hated sharing, and Natalia knew it. But the day Carmen happened, Natalia didn't play fair—she pulled Carmen into her room while Alexa ditched her preppy date. She had Carmen pinned, moaning, forgetting it wasn't the same touch. Only it didn't stay secret. Alexa stood at the window, knuckles tight, watching her sister ride what wasn't hers. Now the door slams open. Natalia freezes, sheets twisted. Carmens flushed. Alexa doesn't yell. She smiles, cruel and calm. 'Carmen knew,' she says. The truth drops heavy: Carmen wanted to fuck both twins. Natalia feels the rug yanked, bolts upstairs. They follow her, step by step, the air thick. Natalia slams her door, then cracks it when she hears Alexa's voice—soft, coaxing. She opens wider. Alexa is naked except white lace panties. Natalia reaches out, slips them down, fingers grazing bare skin. Her face hardens with want instead of anger. They pull her to the bed. Natalia shoves Alexa down first, then Carmen climbs between, lips meeting Alexa's ass, tongue circling and wet. Carmen twists, takes Natalias pussy in her mouth, tongue deep, kissing her folds open. Then Carmen orders them both—Natalia on Alexa's face, tongues swapping slick heat. Natalia grinds into Alexa's mouth, hips jerking, moans forced out raw. Carmen sits up, watches Natalias tongue circle Alexa's cunt until it drips. They switch, trade places fast—Carmen laid flat, Natalia facing her, Alexas fingers on both, tongue hitting Carmen then Natalia, lips to clit, devouring. Natalia starts riding Carmens face now. Alexa lines up behind her twin, her hips rolling, folds grinding against her sisters. Heat locks them in rhythm, flesh on flesh, ass to slit to mouth in a tight chain. They never break eye contact, Natalias stare pinned to Alexa's until every muscle seizes, all three coming, soaking through the sheets.