Menage A Trois Part 1: Britney's Gift

Sara spotted Cassie by the pool and walked straight up. Cassie, with her quiet, almost distant beauty, barely looked up until Sara gave her name. Sara doesn't do shy. When she learned Cassie had been Britney's first woman, something clicked into place behind her eyes. Britney stepped out fresh from her massage when Sara brought Cassie in. Naked on the table, Britney's body still warm and glossy. Sara kept her clothes on and started undressing Cassie slowly, deliberately. Cassie's nipples tightened in the cool air, small and dark. Sara pushed her down on her back next to Britney, opened Cassie's legs, and dragged her tongue up the soft inside of Cassie's thigh. Britney watched. Her mouth fell open. Cassie arched, hips tilting toward Sara's mouth. Sara didn't look up at Britney. She worked two fingers into Cassie's cunt, slow and deep, then licked around them. Cassie gasped. Britney's hands found Cassie's breasts without asking, thumbs rubbing over the stiff peaks, squeezing the full weight. The skin was smooth and warm. Cassie pushed into the touch. Sara kept licking. Britney started moaning—low, breathy, the sound cutting through the quiet. Cassie's thighs trembled when Sara sucked on her clit, and Britney's hands slid over Cassie's stomach, back to her breasts, pinching harder now. Sara added a third finger. Cassie gasped louder, hips rolling. Britney was breathing fast, one hand between her own legs. Time blurred. Skin against skin. Fingers sliding. Mouths open. Sara's gaze finally flicked up, calm and knowing.