My best friends

She smiles when her two lovers walk in. The room smells like expensive lotion and warm skin. "It's always good to have you here," she says, spreading her thighs on the velvet couch. Her cunt is already slick, lips parted, waiting. They go down without hesitation, tongues flicking over her clit in slow, hungry strokes. Heat pours between her legs. "I hope you don't mind if I just sit back and enjoy this," she breathes, voice low and wet, fingers sinking into soft hair as their mouths work her open.