Always 3

Three women stretch across the sheets. One parts her thighs and the other two move in without hurry. Mouths meet skin. Tongues press. Fingers slide into wet folds that open at once. A soft foot glides over a bare hip, then presses between spread legs, toes curling against damp hair. Breasts hang heavy, natural and swaying, nipples sucked hard into eager mouths. They grind together, bodies locked, breath short and sharp. Hair sticks to damp skin. One woman’s fingers tug at the dark curls at the base of her lover’s belly, then bury themselves deeper, knuckles glistening. Moans rise, then catch, then rise again. They come fast, loud, then slower, letting it roll through each body until it feels endless.