Spooked At The Slumber Party

Siri lay stretched across the sheets, robe undone at the thigh, scrolling nothing in particular. The door slammed open. Scarlet, Coco, and Vanessa tumbled in like a single pulse, blankets clutched, eyes wide, whispering over each other that the horror movie had been a stupid idea. They clambered onto the bed, bodies warm and charged, shoving under the covers to reach Siri’s heat. Her palms smoothed soothing lines down their backs, then slower—cupping, kneading, the air shifting each time a fingertip dragged too close to bare skin. Breaths shortened. Scarlet’s hips rolled in an idle test. Coco’s mouth found the underside of Siri’s breast. Vanessa’s fingers pressed upward, sliding beneath silk to wet, waiting folds. Scarlet took the lead first: she opened Siri’s thighs, sank two fingers deep, curling hard until Siri groaned. Vanessa straddled her face; Siri’s tongue met slick heat while Coco pulled the robe fully away and latched onto a nipple. The room filled with wet sounds—fingers driving, hips grinding, mouths sucking. They rearranged without words. Scarlet beneath Siri, slick center pressed up against Siri’s thigh; Coco riding her mouth in steady rolls; Vanessa knelt behind, spreading Siri and pushing in strap-on silicone, thick and smooth. Each thrust shoved Siri forward, cunt dragging across Scarlet’s belly, clit catching every ridge until the chain of moans threaded into one long rising note. They traded places, swapped tastes—Vanessa’s strap glistened as Scarlet licked it clean, Coco’s mouth sealed over Siri’s clit, sucking in time with two fingers stroking her G-spot until she clenched and shook. Siri folded Coco beneath her next, legs hooked high, driving the strap she wore now while Vanessa leaned over to kiss her stepmother and lick sweat from her throat. Scarlet finished sprawled on all fours, Siri behind her with three fingers buried and Vanessa beneath licking at clit and shaft in turn. Finally they slowed, layered bodies tacky with sweat, lips brushing cheeks in the dark. Siri reached over, clicked the lamp off; three softer heartbeats thudded against hers.