Two's Company, Three's Allowed: Part Two

Kissa arrived early at the lake house for Aaliyah's team retreat and wasted no time getting naked. They were still tangled on the bed, slick and panting, when Chanell stepped through the door without knocking. Aaliyah froze, hands tugging at the sheet. Kissa didn’t bother covering herself; she just smiled and patted the mattress. “Come here,” she said. “We’re deciding who gets the big corner office. Might as well break it in with you.” Chanell’s eyes flicked between flushed skin and open legs. Her throat moved, but she kicked off her shoes anyway. Kissa reached up, eased the dress down inch by inch until the woman stood bare in the late light. Aaliyah crawled over, lips brushing the nervous girl’s collarbone, tasting sweat and sunscreen. They arranged her between them—Kissa’s mouth already sliding lower, tongue circling slowly around Chanell’s clit until her thighs shook. Aaliyah kissed deep, swallowing the first soft moan, pressing closer each time Chanell gasped into her mouth. When she felt Chanell tremble under Kissa’s tongue, Aaliyah slipped lower too, dragging wet, deliberate strokes over the tight ring of muscle between Chanell’s cheeks. Chanell bucked once, clutching Aaliyah’s hair, but the cry that followed sounded like surrender, not fear. Kissa straddled her face next, knees planted, hips rocking against Chanell’s open lips while Aaliyah sucked her swollen clit and worked two fingers inside her. The three moved in ragged rhythm, mouths trading places, skin sliding, the room filled with wet sounds and broken breathing. Each orgasm shook the bed: first Chanell, thighs clamped hard around Kissa’s head, then Aaliyah as Kissa ground her cunt against her, then Kissa on all fours, back arched, while the other two licked her together. Spent and shining, they collapsed across damp sheets. No further discussion required. The team, it seemed, was already unified.