Ex-Wives With Benefits

Trinity peeled her dress strap back like a bad habit while Lara locked the door with two fingers and a crooked grin. No more polite nods, no more half-smiles. The bedsheets still smelled like champagne and old arguments. Danielle circled Trinity first, nails skating down ribs until the flesh goose-bumped; Jasmine pressed Lara against the dresser hard enough to rattle the empty glasses. Four bodies, one mattress. Trinity’s tongue found Danielle’s open mouth while Lara dropped to her knees, yanked Jasmine’s panties aside and licked straight up, wet and deliberate. Fingers traded places, wet prints on every ass. Jasmine pulled Trinity’s hips back so Danielle could tongue-fuck her from behind; every thrust of the tongue shot electricity straight to Trinity’s clit. Lara straddled Jasmine’s face, rode her tongue hard and laughed low, the sound breaking when Danielle crawled up to bite her nipples. Sweat slicked skin on skin, filthy and urgent. The room smelled like sex, like four women who had nothing left to lose except their breath, and they were using every last ounce of it.