Supernaturally Stacked: I Dream Of Lezzie

Lena practically floats when she finds the package on her doorstep. Her heart skips when she peels it open. Nestled inside sits a lamp, all gilt swirls and heft, cool beneath her fingertips. She grabs a cloth. A few strokes across the brass and the thing grows warm in her hands. The air ripples and Angela appears—full breasts, insolent mouth—cocking a hip as though she owns the room. The genie is blunt: three wishes, nothing more. Lena laughs, dizzy, then blurts out the first thing that occurs to her. She wants to be rich. Angela shrugs. Payment comes first. A kiss. Lena leans in quick, shy peck, but Angela’s curved grin says nice try. Still, coins flood Lena’s bank account in one golden rush, and sudden confidence makes her brave. Her mind jumps to Sofi—longtime best friend, longtime secret ache. She clears her throat and asks for Sofi’s love. The next kiss is deeper, wetter. Angela’s eyebrow lifts. “Can’t grant that,” she purrs. “She already does.” Lena doesn’t waste breath. She wishes Sofi here now. Sofi materializes on the rug, confusion snapping to hunger the moment Lena kisses her hard. The words tumble out between moans, declarations, promises. One wish left. Angela wants her freedom, yet she shakes her head. Her wish—explicit, wicked—is a tangle of the three of them. She snaps. Clothes vanish. Heat takes the room. They hit the floor, mouths and fingers and thighs slick with need. Lena buries her tongue in Sofi’s pussy while Sofi’s hands claw at Angela’s heavy tits. The air turns wet with gasps, giggles, cries that crest and break again as Angela slips between them, mouth relentless, fingers curling just so until the only word left in the room is yes.