Lesbian Triangles #02

You don’t usually fuck on the first date, but two gorgeous women knock that rule straight out of sight. Coffee turns into the three of you wedged across the back seat, hands under skirts and down trousers, breathing fogged glass, tongues tasting of espresso. Later, in a bedroom dark as a cellar, one starts the massage with oil and greedy thumbs while the other straddles your face and grinds slowly, letting you lick until she cums. Sweat beads. Bodies slide. When the fingers sink in—thick, patient, relentless—you forget which limb belongs to whom, just three hot pulses climbing, peaking, falling together again.