Girl Group

Katrina Colt pins Bunny Madison to the mattress, her mouth hungry, teeth raking across skin. Penelope Kay stands watching, hand already working between her legs. She doesn't stay out long. She crawls onto the bed, tongue sliding across Katrina's spine like a threat and a promise. Katrina flips Bunny over, spreads her, and drives in. No mercy. Bunny gasps like her lungs just remembered how to work. Penelope's behind Katrina now, fingers slick, knuckles deep, breath hot against her neck. She bites down when Katrina moans too loud. Bunny's fingers dig into sheets, thighs shaking. Penelope's tongue finds Katrina's ass, wet and filthy, working like she's starving for it. They trade positions without a word. Pen gets flat on her back. Bunny straddles her face while Katrina fists her from behind, hips snapping like she's mad at her. Everyone's dripping. Pen's mouth full. Bunny grinding. Katrina's wrist aching. Someone swears. Someone laughs low. Someone comes so hard the bed slams the wall. They don't stop. They go again. Rougher. Filthier. No one's getting out clean.