My best friends

There were three of us—Ally, Nena, and me. Best friends who did not let one drift into sadness, especially not today. When I sank low, their mouths pulled me back. Kisses crashed over my lips, shoulders, tits. Tongues followed, soft then insistent, sliding over skin until I could hardly breathe. Nena slid the smooth silicone between my thighs first, pressing it against my soaked lips, teasing before she pushed. Ally’s tongue circled my asshole at the same time, gentle at first, then probing deeper. I moaned into the mattress as the toy slipped into my cunt—slow, controlled—and Nena’s fingers guided another slick pass against my rim, stretching me open. They moved together without words. Ally kept me on her tongue while Nena fucked me with steady strokes, the thick shaft twisting inside me, rubbing every tender spot until my thighs trembled. Their bodies pressed close; I could feel the heat pouring off their skin, the quick pulse of their own need. My pussy fluttered around the silicone; my asshole relaxed under Ally’s tongue and took the second, smaller toy without protest. Every thrust and every wet lick pushed the dull ache further away until nothing remained but heat, slick sounds, and the knot building in my belly. I came hard, loud, shaking between the two of them, and they held me through it. I love them for that. For the way they never let me stay lost.