Cutie Cheerleader Party

Three cheerleaders were going through their counts when Evelina reached inside her duffel bag and pulled out the bright pink butt plug she’d left there earlier. The sight landed like a charge. Emely’s mouth parted. Shelley’s thighs pressed together. Juice gathered instantly between their legs. Evelina held the plug up for them to see, a small, deliberate smile tugging at her lip. Emely stepped in first, dropped to her knees and shoved her face into Evelina’s still-warm panties. She dragged her tongue over the slick seam, licking with long, thirsty strokes. Evelina’s head tipped back. A quiet whimper came out when Emely circled her clit. Shelley tugged Emely’s shorts down and planted her mouth on her from behind, tongue flicking against tight, salty skin before moving lower to her soaking slit. She slid two fingers in, pumping gently while her mouth worked. Emely moaned into Evelina, the sound vibrating against her. They shifted positions on the practice mats. Emely ended up on her back with legs open. Shelley crouched between her knees and ate with urgent, sloppy greed while Evelina pressed the bulb against Shelley’s tight rim. It slipped in with a wet pop. Shelley’s shoulders twitched. She whimpered around Emely’s clit and pushed back onto it, asking for more. The small vibration setting switched on. The buzz traveled through the plug. Shelley gasped, the sound rolling into a deep, broken moan. She buried two fingers into Emely and curled them hard, grinding the plug against the ring of muscle at the same time. Evelina straddled Emely’s face next, her pussy now slick and puffy from the attention. Emely licked upward, tongue flicking against the swollen fold before sinking lower into her core. Her nose rubbed Evelina’s clit; her hands reached around to palm her ass, guiding the next stroke of her tongue. Shelley traded the plug for a bright silicone toy shaped like a teardrop and eased it inside Emely’s ass. She waited until the widest part sank in, then left it there while she feasted again on Emely’s dripping cunt. The three of them rocked together on the hard floor, breath ragged, juices clinging to lips, the air thick with warm, salty scent. Each girl came in sequence—Shelley first, muscles pulsing around the toy, then Evelina shuddering down onto Emely’s tongue, and finally Emely arching as Shelley sucked her clit and dragged the base of the plug just enough to tip her over. When they caught their breath they laughed softly and simply kissed, mouths slow, lazy. They were already soaked again, and the butt plug waited on the mat, a small pink reminder of what the three of them were always ready to start.