Not So Friendly Competition

Kylie Rocket called Maya Farrell and Aften Opal over to clear the air. Word reached her that both women wanted her. Maya and Aften glance at each other, caught off guard that the other has the same craving for Kylie. She smiles, admits she finds them both tempting, and suggests a little contest to settle the matter. They start with arm wrestling, muscles straining, but the match ends in a draw. Poetry comes next, each woman pouring her desire onto paper and reading aloud, yet Kylie loves every word and still can’t pick. Heat builds fast, so the women slip into delicate lingerie and climb onto her lap, one after the other, rolling their hips and brushing soft lips against hers. The slow grind of bare skin and heavy tits brushing Kylie’s face breaks the last of their restraint. Hands find thighs, mouths open wider, and the three of them tumble into the bed in a tangle of fingers and wet heat, any idea of a single winner forgotten.