Always 3

The room hums with static. Three bodies. Two pairs of hands already on Melanie, pinning her wrists above her head while her thighs shake. Jenna's mouth finds the pulse at her throat, teeth grazing just enough to make her twitch. Leah drops lower, spreads Melanie open with two fingers and drags her tongue along the slit like she's trying to brand it. Melanie bucks, but there's nowhere to go except deeper into their grip. Jenna whispers filthy shit against her ear while Leah works her with slow, messy strokes until Melanie's dripping on Leah's knuckles. Leah replaces her tongue with the thick head of a strap-on, teases for half a second, then drives it in until Melanie’s back arches off the mattress. Jenna’s hand slides down, rubs her clit in tight circles while Leah fucks her hard enough that the headboard starts to slam. Melanie tries to close her legs but Jenna holds them apart, knuckles white, and tells her to take it, to fucking feel it. Leah’s hips snap forward again, hard, relentless, chasing every noise Melanie makes like she wants to swallow them. Sweat and lube shine on skin, the smell of sex thick, sheets twisted and soaked. Melanie comes with a scream she chokes on, then again when Jenna keeps rubbing and Leah keeps pounding without mercy. They don’t stop until she’s limp and begging in broken words they barely understand, but they’re already flipping her, dragging her up onto hands and knees so Leah can slide right back in and Jenna can take her mouth, fists tight in blonde hair. Every thrust and slap echoing through the room like a heartbeat that won’t quit.