Three Divas

Three women. Together. Now. Aletta leans in first. Her mouth finds Aleksa’s breast, tongue dragging slow across the nipple until it tightens and glistens. Colette watches, one hand already between her own thighs, fingers sliding through wet heat. Aleksa arches, pushes her chest higher. Aletta sucks harder. She likes the sharp sound it drags out of Aleksa’s throat. Colette kneels behind her. Her tongue moves lower, parts her, finds the place that makes Aleksa’s hips jerk. No hesitation, just hunger. Fingers spread her open wider. Aletta never lets go of the nipple, teeth grazing now, soft and mean at once. Aleksa’s moan echoes. Her hands grab at both of them—one on Colette’s hair, one tangled in Aletta’s. They switch without warning. Colette rises, straddles Aletta’s face, and sinks down until she feels lips meet slick skin. Aletta moans against her, licks deep, long strokes that make Colette grind harder. Aleksa moves between Aletta’s spread legs. Two fingers sink in without mercy. She fucks her slow, then fast, watching the way Aletta’s back bows off the sheets. Colette rides her mouth, hips rolling, breath catching every time Aletta’s tongue curls inside her. They don’t stop. Hands, mouths, bodies tangled and slick. When Aleksa comes, it’s loud, shaking, her thighs trembling around Aletta’s hand. Colette follows seconds later, grinding down hard, hips stuttering as she soaks Aletta’s lips. Aletta doesn’t rest. She pulls Colette down, kisses her deep, lets her taste both of them on her tongue. Aleksa’s fingers never leave her cunt, still moving, dragging her toward the edge with the same steady rhythm. The night stretches. Bodies shift. They keep going until none of them can speak, only breathe, only moan.