Kay Carter, Nadia Jay & Jennifer White

Nadia checked the stove. It was on. She pictured them again—Kay bent over the kitchen table, Jennifer’s mouth buried between her legs. She turned the burner off and continued down the hall. The bedroom reeked of sex. Dildos lay across the sheets, slick and used. A purple wand hummed beside a bottle of lube that spilled across the nightstand. She heard a soft gasp from the doorway, caught their reflection in the mirror: two women bare-assed, flushed, watching her. She said nothing and walked past them to the living room. “I’ve got one last check,” she said, “just for the pretty homeowners.” She hiked her skirt. The black strap-on hung heavy between her thighs, already slick at the tip. Both women’s eyes widened, mouths parting like they’d been given a second gift. “On your knees,” Nadia told them. Jennifer dropped first, licking the fat head, cheeks hollowing. Kay waited her turn, fingers spreading her own cunt while she watched. They swapped back and forth, tongues sliding over the shaft, over each other’s lips, spit and cunt drool shining on their chins. Kay straddled Jennifer on the couch, strap still gleaming, and sank onto it with a wet sound. Nadia climbed behind her, tongue inside Kay’s ass, fingers teasing Jennifer’s clit until she bucked and soaked the cushions. They traded places: Nadia fucking Jennifer while Kay sat on Jennifer’s face; Jennifer licking Nadia’s clit while Kay slid the dildo into Nadia’s dripping cunt. Between licks they kissed, sharing the taste of their own pussies, tongues filthy and demanding. They tangled on the floor, hips rolling, mouths locking, strap swapping between thighs until they came hard and loud—legs shaking, gasps turning into filthy laughter, the house still smelling like gas and girl.