So hungry

I waited all day. Every second stretched with the thought of her mouth, her fingers, the soft drag of her cheek across my bare breasts. By the time she stepped inside my room, my thighs were slick, my pussy aching and freshly smooth. I pulled her close, my big tits pressing warm against her smaller frame, blonde hair spilling over both of us. She moved like she knew exactly what I needed. Two mouths, one wet. We melted into each other, slow, hungry, until every breath turned into a moan. Then the third girl joined us—young, eager, just as bare. We took turns tasting, licking, swallowing. Hands everywhere. Tongues deep. Our bodies slid together in heat and sweat, the sheets twisting beneath us. My nipples throbbed from all the sucking. My cunt pulsed every time someone’s mouth sealed over it. We didn’t speak. Just sounds—wet, raw, shameless. I came first, shaking, gripping whoever’s hair was in my fist. Then again. And again. The room smelled like sex and clean skin. We didn’t stop until we were wrecked.