Welcome To The Neighborhood

Laney invited new girl Kiarra over. Khloe arrived soon after, three of them crammed on a couch wearing nothing but huge shirts. Movie on, cold night, Laney pulls Khloe tight, Kiarra tucks behind Laney and they settle into a long spoon. Heat builds fast. Khloe breaks the silence with one simple dare: "We should compare tits." Nobody moves until Khloe sits up, yanks her shirt over her head, and her breasts drop free, soft and heavy. Laney's mouth actually parts. Kiarra whispers that they look fucking perfect. Laney shrugs off her shirt next. Shy, but eager. Kiarra follows, tossing hers behind the couch. For a minute the only sound is breathing while they stare, nipples tightening in the chill. Then hands start moving. Fingers trace curves, palms cup, thumbs flick over hard peaks. Khloe growls low, leans in, brushes her mouth over Laney's nipple, then Kiarra's, tasting the skin. Laney bites her lip until Khloe draws the bud between her teeth. Not rough—filthy-sweet. Kiarra's turn next. She licks slow circles around Laney's other breast, then sucks it deep. Kiarra moans into it. All three melt together, breath hot, mouths swapping place, tongues lazy and wet. Welcome to the neighborhood, Kiarra.