Exes Mark The Spot

Alexis shows up at Maya's place expecting one face, but Evelyn walks through the door instead. All three pause, then the truth lands: Maya is dating Alexis's ex. Laughter cuts the tension first. Jokes follow—Lesbian Facebook, six degrees of strap, the works. Alexis shrugs like it isn't her fault the circle keeps shrinking. Maya watches her, smirks, and says the obvious out loud. They've all tasted each other already, so why not taste everything at once? Alexis hesitates, fingers tapping the glass, then nods. Clothes drop in quick, clumsy succession. Maya kisses Alexis first, slow and deep, while Evelyn's hand slides between Alexis's thighs from behind. Fingers find wetness fast. They move to the couch without planning it, bodies slotting together on instinct. Maya licks Alexis's clit in confident circles; Evelyn straddles Alexis's mouth and grinds until her thighs shake. Alexis moans into Evelyn, tongue working, hips bucking against Maya's lips. When Evelyn leans down to suck Alexis's nipple, Maya pushes two fingers inside her, twisting, pressing until Alexis comes hard, back arched, nails digging into Evelyn's ass. They shift again. Alexis on her back now, Evelyn straddling her face while Maya fucks Alexis with her strap, slow then faster, the wet sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. Each thrust drives Alexis's tongue deeper into Evelyn. Maya reaches around to rub Evelyn's clit and Evelyn comes first, thighs clenching Alexis's cheeks. Maya follows seconds later, pounding deep, cursing as she grinds out her orgasm. They stay tangled, sweat cooling, fingers lazily stroking whatever skin they can reach, the awkward beginning already forgotten.