All Girl Dinner Orgy!

The girls barely finished their first round of pink shots before everything changed. Samantha leaned over the table to grab another glass and suddenly her hand lingered on Julie's thigh. Someone laughed. No one stopped her when she didn't pull away. A minute later, fingers traced bare skin under silk, and the candles flickered against flushed cheeks. Clothes came off in quick, careless pulls. Bodies stretched across the cleared table. Moans replaced dinner conversation. One girl dropped to her knees between parted legs and licked slow, thorough, hungry. Another pressed her face against the same cunt and their tongues met on slick, swollen flesh. Straps tightened around hips. Silicone slid in deep. Thrusts grew harder. A girl arched, fingers digging into shoulders. Someone lubed knuckles, knuckles that soon disappeared inside, then a wrist, stretching the woman beneath her wider. Every stretch drew another moan, another roll of hips, another sharp gasp of pleasure. Sweat slicked skin. Lips kissed sweat. They didn't stop until the night wore itself out on the table.