Bisexual Volume 2

Casey, Dillon, and Jake take the night and make it theirs. She moves between them, pale skin and short dark hair catching the low light. Dillon’s hands on her first, spreading her open, tongue sliding where it counts, then Jake leans in too and she breathes out hard like she forgot how good this feels. Her knees hit the floor without ceremony. “We’re all gonna share each other,” she says, looking up at them, voice already rough. Lips on both cocks in turn, spit trailing down her chin as she works them deeper, eyes flicking up to watch Dillon sink into Jake’s mouth. She sucks harder after that, like it charges her. Jake slips behind her next, steady hands, thick cock driving into her pussy in smooth, hard strokes. Dillon waits only a beat before sliding up her ass, stretching her open around both of them. Her voice breaks, breath coming ragged, but she pushes back harder, taking every inch they give. When they slow, Dillon pulls free and presses forward again—this time inside Jake, who never stops moving in Casey. She sucks the taste of her own ass off Jake’s cock, not slowing, feeding on it. Sweat-slick and greedy, Casey climbs on top, riding Dillon while Jake lines up behind. Then the stack turns again. Jake on Dillon, Casey riding Jake from above, turning halfway through so Dillon can fuck her cunt instead. Oil slick, skin on skin, the chain keeps moving: Jake in Casey, Dillon in Jake, every thrust drawing another sound out of all three of them. She talks through it, low and filthy, says she wants every drop. When Dillon finishes first, the cum lands on her tongue and she leans over Jake, kissing it straight onto his mouth, onto his beard. Dillon’s fingers find Jake’s chest, pinching, driving him to stroke faster until he spills across her lips. They pass the mess between them, kissing until it’s just breath and quiet, the three of them worn smooth and still tangled.