All 4 fun! - part 2.

She glanced at the two women tangled on the chaise, legs hooked around hips, and decided three bodies weren't enough. A fourth set of hands could only deepen the heat. They began slowly—fingers tracing, teeth grazing clavicles, soft moans brushing each other's throats. When the first full thrust landed, the rhythm snapped into place; bodies flexed, glistened, slid. Every sensation was magnified: the drag of skin, the wet click of flesh, the pulse visible beneath each throat. Cries mixed, one rising after another, until the final shared shudder rolled through all four of them in waves.