Making Her Cum

Lana shoves Casey against the wall, one hand around her throat, the other already snaking down to cup soaked lace. Casey’s gasp is swallowed by Lana’s mouth as she bites a collarbone and yanks the panties aside. Cassie’s hand finds Jena’s wrist, drags two of her fingers inside without warning, hips jerking the moment those knuckles stretch her open. Bodies press together, skin slick, mouths everywhere at once. Jena’s tongue circles nipples while she works Cassie in slow, deliberate pumps that squelch loud and nasty. Maya crawls up behind Lana, shoves both thumbs between her cheeks, tongue darting after them. The bed creaks once, twice, the girls rolling over it like wrestlers; wet fingers slide over hips, thighs slap thighs, and every stroke drowns another moan. Casey’s thighs shake as she rides three fingers, cum smearing across Jena’s knuckles, while Maya pins Lana’s hips and licks a stripe that makes her buck back into another girl’s tongue. No one stops. Every wrist twists deeper, every slick tongue meets another split-open cunt. Moans get dirtier, breaths louder, until the whole room smells like sex and sweat and they’re grinding like they’ll never come up for air again.