Simona Says!

Maya Kendrick, Alex Grey, and Scarlett Mae sat in front of their screens, knees tucked under chins, voices low. They had been alone too long. Alone with their own hands, their own rooms, the ache that would not fade. Someone muttered Simona Says, half joke, half dare. The words caught. Scarlett went first. Off with the top. Slow, almost shy, until nipples rose tight in the cool air. Alex followed, fingers brushing over small, perfect breasts, pinching lightly just to feel it. Maya watched, breath shallow. Then came the next round. Simona Says, lick your finger. The three girls obeyed, tongues sliding over knuckles, then deeper, tasting skin like it belonged to someone else. Next: twist those nipples harder. A collective gasp, a bitten lip, the faint wet sound of mouths working over their own fingers. No one remembered who messed up. No one cared. The game melted. Fingers slid lower. They opened their legs for the camera, spreading themselves without another command. Three hands moved in rhythm, three sets of eyes fixed on three wet cunts glistening on screen. The little moans came unforced, overlapping, private and shared at once. Quarantine tasted sweeter now.