Doubles Tennis

Cassie Del Isla and Serene Siren booked a lesson with Spencer Bradley. Both women buzzed with the same raw hunger the second she stepped onto the court. They told her to make herself at home, then ducked into the corner and hissed over first claim. No deal. They agreed to let Spencer pick her winner. The duel began fast. Cassie traced the strap of Spencer’s top with her knuckle. Serene brushed Spencer’s hand across her own thigh. Every stroke pushed them closer until Spencer was pulled between them, wrist to wrist. The tussle looked feral, but heat flashed behind Spencer’s eyes—she liked it. "If you’re both so hungry," she said, "maybe I should warm you up before the lesson." Clothes came off in careless tugs. Mouths chased bare skin. Cassie kissed Spencer’s breasts while Serene sank between her open thighs. Their lips met around Spencer’s clit in a wet, greedy press. Fingers drove in—deep, sharp, relentless. Breath hitched, moans roughened, sweat slicked every line of motion. Cassie straddled Spencer’s mouth; Serene plunged in behind her. Bodies rocked, hips snapped, breath tore. Slick drenched Spencer’s tongue, her fingers, the sun-heated mat. Every thrust folded the three of them tighter, harder, messier, until pleasure tore through them in hard, shaking waves.