Valentina Nappi, Daizy Cooper & Julie Kay

Valentina Nappi, Julie Kay and Daizy Cooper woke up twisted in sheets, last night’s lipstick smeared across their mouths and the smell of vodka still hanging in the air. Sunday stretched empty, nowhere to be except right here, and they had dicks on the brain. The three of them lying naked, passing crude talk like a bottle: how a white one sits thick, how a black one hits deeper, how a hard cock always feels just right. Talk gets them wet. They start kissing slow and purposeful, then harder. tongues everywhere. Julie eats Daizy like she’s starving, Daizy licks the sweet ring of Julie’s asshole, and fingers vanish two knuckles deep before anyone catches their breath. Valentina ends up on her back with her legs spread wide. She feels something cold and rubber nudge her cunt, then drive inside in one steady push. A second weight settles over her chest. She opens for that too. Julie strokes into her cunt while Daizy works her tight ass. Valentina’s breathing breaks into short moans each time they both bottom out at the same time, her body held open, everything slick and impossibly full. Then the switch: they trade holes, never stopping, the strap slapping wet between them. Valentina shakes, wrecked and greedy, when the stretch keeps changing. Finally the toys come out and the women pile into one another. Valentina grinds down on Julie’s cunt, Daizy sits on her face. Hips roll until every thigh is shiny, every moan ragged. They come together, loud and sudden, and stay there, bodies softening into a spent knot of skin and sweat and low laughter, exactly where they started.