Triple Ecstasy - Part 3

Three women stood with ease, every movement meant to pull attention their way. One ran two fingers up the seam of her black thong, paused, and let the fabric snap back against her skin. She locked eyes, inviting anyone nearby to watch her mouth form an O that lasted longer than needed. Beside her a redhead arched back across the chair arm, legs open wide, two fingertips tracing the wet spot that had already soaked her lace. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, then opened with a laugh that sounded almost mean. The third dropped to her knees and crawled forward, heavy breasts swaying inside a thin slip that did nothing to hide the hard tips. When she straightened again the silk clung and the outline of every curve showed clearly. Quick, skilled hands slid down her ribs and across the wet lace between her legs as if checking how long she had before the last bit of fabric gave up. Their laughter and little grunts mixed, short bursts that thickened the air without warning. No space, no blindfold, no patience left.