Better Than Chocolate

Karlie had the perfect Valentine's surprise for Shyla. A cabin tucked deep in the woods. Shyla walked in blindfolded, nothing but a silk tie over her eyes and Karlie's mouth on her neck. They stripped her bare, eased her down on the massage table, stomach to the warm wood. August stepped in first. She poured oil across Shyla's back, thick and glistening, then dragged her palms from the nape of her neck down to the swell of her ass. Every glide pressed deeper. Every stroke sent heat straight to Karlie's cunt. Shyla lifted her chin and met Karlie's stare across the flames. Her lips parted, slick with oil that smelled like cedar and vanilla. August worked lower, sliding both thumbs along the crease where ass met thigh, separating, teasing, skating just short of wet folds. Karlie's thighs clenched. She lasted maybe thirty seconds before she crawled onto the table herself. Three bodies now. Hot skin. Oil-slick hands roaming over breast, belly, cunt. Karlie took August's mouth first, tasting sweet hunger there, then turned and buried her tongue between Shyla's open legs while August mouthed Karlie's nipple. Every sound echoed off the cabin walls. Fire crackled. No gifts, no chocolates. Just raw need, slick fingers, and three girls who meant to fuck until dawn.