Panty Picnic

Three friends still slick from sunscreen spread out on a tartan blanket in the middle of the field, giggling as summer air slips between their legs. Angelika reaches first, tongue flicking across Lina’s clit while her fingers hold the thin strip of panties aside; Lina arches, a low, open-mouthed moan carrying on the breeze. Sofi drops to her knees behind Angelika, spreads her cheeks and seals her mouth to the tight ring of her ass, tonguing it in slow, wet circles until Angelika gasps into Lina’s cunt. Lina tastes Sofi next, leaning over Angelika’s back, sucking the hooded nub between Sofi’s folds; spit runs down the crease of Sofi’s ass and onto the blanket, darkening the plaid. They move in an open triangle, lips glued to pussy and asshole at the same time. Soft, wet sounds rise above the grass: sucking tongues, low whimpers, the occasional whispered “fuck” that sounds half prayer, half command. Each girl’s thighs tremble, fists knotting in fabric or hair as the pleasure climbs. One by one, their moans grow desperate, hips jerking against the mouths that feast on them, until the first sharp cry cuts across the quiet field and the other two answer it with the same sharp, shaking release.