Last Night Of Freedom

Cory Chase, Silvia Saige and Becky Bandini are throwing Rachael Cavalli the bachelorette party she's earned. Last one of the group to tie the knot, she deserves a night that will still sting come Monday. They've booked a male stripper, but Cory's phone buzzes with a cancellation. The news sinks through the living room until Cory drops the phone and closes the gap to Rachael. Her hands slide over the bride-to-be's waist, then upward, palms claiming skin through thin silk. Rachael's breath catches as Cory grins and leans in. If the dancer won't perform, they will. Cory takes Rachael's mouth first. Silvia steps behind, tugging the zipper at the back of the gown. Becky already has her own dress pulled down to the waist, tits bare, nipples tight. They work in rotation: lips at Rachael's throat, fingers slipping beneath lace, mouths following. Cory drops to her knees and tugs the panties aside, tongue parting wet folds while Silvia holds Rachael open. Becky straddles Rachael's thigh and grinds, slick heat painting skin. Soon the dresses lie scattered and the floor is a tangle of limbs. Rachael ends on her back with Silvia's cunt pressed to her mouth, Cory's fingers thrusting deep, Becky's tongue flicking her clit. Every gasp earns another stroke. No music plays except their own broken breathing, and by the time they collapse the champagne has gone warm.