Pulled Out Of The Closet

Paula ducks into Ruby's closet with the door cracked, expecting to jump out and laugh. Instead she watches Ruby press another woman against the bedpost. Helen's shirt slides off first, heavy tits spilling free, nipples already tight. Ruby's fingers work fast, unbuttoning, unzipping, pushing denim down until both women stand naked and flushed. Paula shifts for a better view, breath caught. Heat gathers low in her belly. She presses two fingers over her jeans and starts rubbing, slow and secret. The girls don't notice. Helen drops to her knees, mouth busy between Ruby's spread legs, and the wet sounds fill the room. Paula's jeans come undone. She slips her hand inside, strokes in time with every moan. Ruby's fingers tangle in Helen's hair, urging her deeper, then she glances up and meets Paula's wide eyes through the crack. A slow smile curves her lips. She beckons. Paula steps out, cheeks burning, shirt half-open. Ruby pulls her close, kissing hard, tasting like another woman's skin. Helen reaches up, palms Paula's ass, guides her onto the bed between them. Hands and mouths move over every curve, taking their time, until all three are slick, gasping, and lost in the same rhythm.