The Power Of Three

The women move together. Pale skin. Gold hair. Dark hair. No one speaks at first, but hands do. One blonde spreads on the sheets, shaved smooth between her thighs, nipples pale and tight. Two brunettes lean in. Their mouths meet her chest, small breasts cupped and kissed, tongues flicking until she sighs. Fingers slip lower, open her, tease the wet cleft. She arches, the small tits rising with every breath. Another brunette crawls closer, tilts the blonde’s chin up, kisses her deep while the third woman pushes two fingers inside. The room fills with the sound of breath and slick skin. Each woman takes her turn. Blondes and brunettes trade places, mouths pressed between soft thighs, hands gripping hips. The blonde on her back opens wider, legs shaking, natural tits flushed pink. The dark-haired girl above her grinds down, small breasts brushing the blonde’s mouth, nipples sucked hard until she gasps. They switch. Someone’s fingers slide through folds again. Tongues find clits. Sweat sticks hair to necks. They keep going, slower, harder, until the air feels thick and the sheets are damp.