3 Lesbians Isn't a Crowd!

Lefty books a private room to celebrate with Alexis, his ass-heavy girlfriend who fits like sin in high heels. AJ Applegate and Dani Daniels slide in, curves stacked in two colors of oil-slick G-strings, and decide the real party starts when the birthday girl loses every stitch. One of them peels Alexis open, the other pins her wrists, and the three tumble onto the velvet couch in a slick, writhing pile. Left pads into the corner chair, ice cracking softly in his glass, and watches his woman go to work. AJ buries her mouth between Alexis’s cheeks while Dani tongues lower, hunting slick, swollen clit with no mercy. Alexis arches, groans, pushes back like she wants to crawl right down someone’s throat. They turn the pile inside out. Dani lies flat, thighs locked around Alexis’s head, giving her cunt to lick; Alexis buries her face, and AJ settles over Dani’s mouth so every tongue and every glistening hole gets its share. They twist again: Alexis braced on elbows, ass offered high, Dani perched sideways to lick around the knuckles AJ is driving in and out of her. The pace turns messy fast. Labia slap, spit trails shine on spread cheeks, knuckles shine wet. Dani ends up scissored over Alexis’s mouth, head thrown back, hips twitching every time Alexis sucks the pretty pink ring between those cheeks; AJ works two fingers deep inside Alexis, curling, dragging against that soaked wall until Alexis bites Dani’s thigh and screams. Lefty swears under his breath and lights a cigarette; the view of Alexis losing herself in another woman is pure gold. Climax hits like static under the skin: three bodies jerk, lock, tremble, and melt into a panting, sweat-slick heap, towels already damp on the floor. Left stays silent, smolder in his eyes. Watching his girl eat pussy and get eaten never gets old.