3 girls 1 toy

Three girls sprawl across the sheets, bare skin catching the afternoon light. Ariel, Kari, Simona. They ease together like a slow burn. Lips meet, fingers trace. Ariel’s tongue parts soft folds and lingers. Kari arches, hips tilting to meet the next stroke, then gives back. The rhythm changes, deeper, slower, until Simona presses the toy in, wrist steady, thumb working Kari’s clit. Kari comes hard, breath ragged, legs trembling. Ariel watches, then slides in beside her, guiding the toy lower. Every motion is deliberate, each sigh counted.