Pregaming

The night breathes heavy on their skin. Carolina and Kiara tangle on the sheets, lips bruising lips, fingers tearing away fabric until every inch lies bare. They move like they always do, hungry, without pause or patience. Clothes drop. Tongues trace. Moans spill louder than the city hum outside. Then the knock comes. The neighbor stands there, wanting answers for the noise. They pull him in without asking twice. He strips fast, cock already hard, and they fall on him. Carolina wraps her mouth around him first, throat taking him deep. Kiara sucks his balls until spit trails down her chin. Then Carolina climbs on, cunt stretched wide around his thickness while Kiara rides his tongue. They grind and ride, wet sounds filling the room, bodies slick with sweat. They grind until legs shake and voices crack, mouths open, eyes rolled, each coming hard enough to see stars.