Library Of Lust - Part 3

The four of them sprawl across the study room table with no pretense left to keep. Novella spreads Sara’s thighs and dips her tongue straight between slick folds, tasting her like she plans to finish every drop. Sara moans into Molly’s mouth, while Viki leans over to suck one of Molly’s breasts, pulling the nipple until it stiffens against her tongue. Sweat glistens. Wet sounds fill the room—thick, obscene. Fingers slide, curl, retreat, push deeper again. Someone’s hips jerk hard, riding the next mouth offered. Tongues trace circles, press flat, flick fast until thighs tremble. Every girl has someone’s hand between her legs or on her chest or buried in her hair, guiding her down. The table creaks. They swap places without asking, each craving the next taste, the next wet slide of lips against swollen flesh. Cum and spit coat fingers and chins. They keep going until moans break into shaking, breathless cries and the air tastes like sex.