Cloud 9 - Part 2

They start with grapes—the real kind, plump and sweet between their fingers, Racquel, Felecia, and Barbara trading them mouth to mouth until juice runs down chins and the whole thing tips from picnic into foreplay. Wine on their breath turns to another appetite. Clothes come off slow, then faster, silk and lace hitting the floor in soft heaps. The light catches three pairs of nipples tightening at once, tight little peaks pressing against flushed skin. One by one they stretch across the sheet, spines arching, thighs falling open. Fingers drag slick between each pair of lips—labia glossy, swollen—stroking, circling, parting. Slick gathers, fingers shine. After a glance and a wicked smile, straps come out. One of them steps into the harness, leather snug against hips, cock jutting ready and thick. She settles between spread legs, presses in deep, and the three of them move together until the room fills with the sound of wet skin and low, raw moans.