Spooked At The Slumber Party

Siri stretches out under the sheets, legs loose, mind quiet. Then the bedroom door explodes open. Scarlet, Coco, and Vanessa spill in wearing nothing but pajama tops and giggles that turn sharp the second the light hits their faces. All three leap onto the mattress like it owes them shelter. They smell like cherry lip balm, popcorn, and pure panic. "It was a slasher," Coco blurts, already clawing under the covers for Siri’s warm thigh. Siri strokes hair, rubs shoulders, hums dumb reassurance, but each brush of skin sparks somewhere lower. Scarlet’s breath skims Siri’s neck and stays there too long. Vanessa’s fingers slip between Siri's calves, tracing circles that grow wider, bolder. The reassurances turn into kisses—wet, open, forbidden. Scarlet yanks Siri’s robe open and catches a nipple between greedy lips. Coco shoves two fingers straight into Siri’s cunt while Vanessa wedges her tongue in beside them. Siri grips the headboard, cursing through her teeth as three young mouths work her over, slick and frantic. She answers by spreading wider, pushing fingers into their tight heat, rubbing clits in time with the wet sounds filling the dark room. Nothing sweet about it—just tongues, teeth, hips, and the raw need to drown the fear in sweat and come. They fuck until the sheets are soaked and every lingering scream belongs to pleasure instead of the movie.