Once Caught, Twice Shy

Holly Day lay sprawled across the sheets, legs spread wide, fingers circling her swollen clit in a slow, hungry rhythm. She was lost in it. Her big, natural tits heaved with every breath, the soft flesh spilling over her ribs each time her back arched. Then she heard something. Jane Wilde and Leana Lovings had been watching from opposite corners, neither realizing the other was there. When their eyes met, surprise turned to panic, then to a silent, furious argument. Jane jabbed her finger toward the hallway, lips curled in a tight scold. Leana rolled her eyes and jerked her thumb toward the door in reply. The gestures grew sharper, elbows knocking against the wall, breath hissing through clenched teeth. A soft grunt from Holly made them freeze. Too late. She sat up, one hand still resting between her thighs, and raised an eyebrow. “You two fighting over front-row seats?” Jane started, “She was the one who—” Leana cut in, “If she hadn’t been stomping around like an elephant—” Holly laughed, low and throaty. “Both of you. Clothes off. Now. If you want to watch so badly, you might as well help.”