Strip Poker

Mia Hurley plays to win at strip poker. She always wins. Her friends start wondering whether the deck is stacked. Her grin says nothing. They lose another round. Another piece of clothing. Zoey's still half-dressed when Mia asks about the boy she just fucked, her voice lazy, her eyes on Zoey's hard little nipple rings. The last hand leaves Aidra naked on the couch. Mia claims her veto. She makes Zoey sit close. She spreads Aidra's legs, pushes two fingers through the slick heat, and works her clit in tight, deliberate circles. Zoey stares, wide-eyed, pulse racing. She has no idea where to look, but can't look away. Mia leans down, flattens her tongue, parts Aidra's folds. She licks slow and heavy. Aidra's thighs flex. Zoey watches every movement. She is convinced she shouldn't stay, but her body disagrees. Aidra takes over. She settles between Zoey's knees, licks the nervous girl clean with long, even strokes. Zoey comes quietly at first, then louder, hips twitching, the sound spilling from her mouth like something stolen. Aidra keeps her mouth there until Zoey stops shaking. Mia guides Aidra onto Zoey's face, hands firm, voice calm. Zoey opens. She licks. Finds rhythm. Aidra rocks down, breath breaking into soft, helpless sounds. Mia drops between Zoey's spread legs, tongue working her again. Zoey comes a second time, legs locked around Aidra's hips. Mia takes her prize. She lies back, knees wide, and lets Zoey taste her. Zoey's tongue works steady, wet, her new piercing dragging against Mia's swollen clit. Mia's moans climb sharp and fast. She comes hard, stomach tight, nails biting into the couch. The room smells of sweat and skin. No one moves.