Freetime fun

Three of us stayed in that night — Ivette, Zafira, and me. Someone suggested a game and we didn't need much coaxing. We called it 'spin the dildo and kiss the girl,' though the name was only half true. We ended up bare, stretched out across the rug, mouths hot and wet on each other. The dildo spun, pointed, and whoever it landed on leaned in first. Lips met skin. Tongues slid lower. Fingers worked between legs that had already opened. Someone came quietly, then louder. The bottle spun again. Someone else dropped onto her back, hips lifted, cunt open to the next hungry mouth. By the third spin we had forgotten whose turn it was. We tasted sweat and slick and the heavy scent of sex. The toy circled, clattered to a stop, and whoever drew the short straw took the dildo in deep while the other two watched, mouths at breast and neck, waiting their turn again.