Speed Dating

Kasey Kei walks into the speed dating night unsure, hoping for one decent match. Cherry Maverik runs the room like she’s done it a hundred times and lays out the rules: three minutes, then move on. Kasey lands at her first table and meets Jenna Creed. They click fast, too fast. Within sixty seconds Jenna’s whispering exactly how she wants to fuck her, and the three-minute bell cuts them off midsentence. Jenna sits there, flushed, hating the idea of leaving. Then that wild look flashes in her eyes. She drops, scoots under the tablecloth, and slides her mouth straight onto Kasey’s already stiff cock like it’s exactly where she belongs. Kasey grips the edge of the table while Ivory Mayhem takes Jenna’s seat and starts small-talking. Ivory has no idea why Kasey keeps swallowing sounds, but the two women still spark, words tumbling quick and hot even while Jenna works her tongue underneath. The bell rings again. Ivory leans down, sees Jenna’s lips stretched around the shaft, and sinks to her knees without a word. Together the two of them slide up and down Kasey’s wet length, tongues meeting in the middle, spit dripping onto their chins. Melanie Brooks drops into the empty chair, chatting as if everything’s normal. Kasey answers in clipped moans, trying not to let her knees shake. People are glancing over now. Valeria Atreides and Alexa Scout stalk up, demanding to know where their dates disappeared. Someone rips the cloth back. Every eye lands on Jenna and Ivory, mouths crammed full and shining. Instead of outrage, the room gets tighter, hotter. One by one the women push in. Hands tug Kasey’s clothes open, mouths claim every inch of her skin. She ends up sprawled across the tables while half a dozen eager tongues and wet cunts grind against her, the speed dating rules scattered like cheap confetti around her legs. She came looking for a match. She left buried in a tangle of spit-slick bodies, every hole filled, every wish granted in the filthiest way possible.