Three On One

Karla, Cayenne, and Mazzaratie move around the room like they own it, lace and soft flesh brushing as they dress each other for whatever the night has in store. The heat between them is thick, easy to taste, the kind that doesn’t bother pretending it’s polite. They laugh low, hands lingering, curves spilling over silk. Mazzaratie and Cayenne trade a look, then push Karla toward the door when the bell rings. When she opens it, Derrick is waiting, sharp in black, eyes already hungry. He steps in, pulls her close, and the kiss lands hot. They make it a few feet before the bedroom opens to him like a trap sprung twice. Cayenne and Mazzaratie watch from the bed, already restless, already wet. Derrick grins like he hit the jackpot and every one of them wants to cash in right now. Clothes hit the floor fast—his, then theirs. The bed dips under four bodies and the air turns into sound: wet mouths, heavy breathing, the slap of skin. Derrick gets used in every way they want, cock passed from hand to mouth to cunt, no breaks asked for. When he’s busy with one, the others take what they need from each other, fingers buried deep, tongues dragging slow then rough. Nobody’s waiting their turn. They want everything at once, and they’re not shy about taking it.