Lingerie fun

Three hot, horny girls in one room? Of course we’re gonna fool around. Luckily I never have trouble making friends, especially when those friends look like Sierra and Clara. When we show up in our little skin-tight outfits the temperature jumps fast. Bras come off before anyone bothers with small talk, nipples already tight. I slide my tongue over Sierra’s while Clara’s fingers sneak between my thighs, pressing through damp lace. Silk hits the floor. Fingers tangle in hair. One mouth, then another, greedy and wet against my breasts. We tumble onto the bed in a pile of bare legs, soft curves and warm tongues. Sierra’s moan sounds sweet muffled between Clara’s thighs, and I lick up the sound like sugar while I press two fingers deep inside her. Wetness sticks to our skin. Clara’s nails scrape down my back. Sierra’s thighs tremble around my hand. We laugh when a clumsy bump knocks a bottle off the nightstand, but the noise barely registers—our breath is too loud, our bodies too busy chasing one more slick rush, one more gasping kiss, one more messy little high.