Natalia Starr, Jenna Foxx and Kira Noir

Three women crowded around the open suitcase, satin bras and lace panties already tossed across the bed. Natalia bent forward to reach the zipper pocket at the bottom. Jenna and Kira watched the globes of her ass spread the fabric of her panties thin. Something thick slipped free and hit the hardwood with a dull thump. Kira picked up the long black toy, sliding her hand along the ridges. Jenna’s laugh turned into a sigh. Natalia didn’t protest when Kira pressed the veined length against her lips. She parted them, taking the head deep, coating it with spit until a thin strand clung to her chin. Jenna stripped the white cotton from her own hips, then slid fingers between Natalia’s thighs, finding her slick and already open. She licked the wet heat once, slow, then pressed her tongue lower and teased the tight ring of her ass while Kira thumbed the girl’s clit. Each stroke drew small gasps that curled upward like cigarette smoke. They moved the big toys to the center of the bed, lubed them slick, then helped each other onto knees and elbows. A thick shaft disappeared between brown cheeks; another slid into pink folds. Lips found swollen nubs, sucking, biting lightly. Hips rocked until hips clapped together, strap and flesh driving deeper. Cries sharpened into clear release, bodies trembling under the weight of each other. They didn’t bother cleaning up. Two laughs lingered in the humid room while the third woman stretched, toes curling, already hungry for another round.