Our Way Of Saying Thanks

Jane, Maddy and Maya linger in the kitchen doorway, bills scattered across the table. The numbers make their stomachs drop. They look at Penny with fresh respect, the woman who shouldered every dollar alone. "We want to thank you properly," Jane says. The others nod. Penny watches them a beat too long, cheeks flushing, before the truth slips out: she’s imagined the four of them together, skin on skin, bodies finally allowed to want. Silence cracks into soft laughter, then quick, eager kisses. Bras unhook. Panties slide. Maya’s small, bare tits press to Penny’s mouth while Maddy’s smooth cunt opens under Jane’s tongue. Penny sinks back on the couch, legs spread wide, and three tongues work her over, each girl giving back the care they once received, their hunger growing hotter with every slick, shared breath.