Three lez-babes

Alysa, Inna, and Lolly tangled on rumpled sheets, legs knotted, mouths wet and open. The room smells like sweat and sex and the sharp tang of lubricant. One of them pushes slick fingers in deep until the knuckles disappear, wrist twisting, palm pressing against soaked folds. Another slides a thick strap-on between parted cheeks, slow at first, then with purpose, hips snapping forward. Moans break the quiet. Fingers grip the strap. A mouth latches onto a nipple and sucks hard. They move together like they've done this before, like they know exactly where to press, how deep to go, when to pull back. No teasing left. Just the wet sound of skin meeting skin and the sharp cries that follow.