The heat is on

The heat outside baked the sidewalks until the asphalt softened under your shoes, so naturally you dragged the crew inside with the AC cranked low enough to make nipples perk. Everyone lounged half-naked on the couch, pretending the cold was the only thing making their skin tighten. But the minute Elena stretched, her tank slipped down and her heavy tits bounced free. She caught you staring, grinned, and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts to shove them down to her ankles. Lana, never one to be outdone, spread her knees and slid two fingers through her slick folds like she was just browsing. The air shifted from chilly to humid the second fingers started plunging inside pussies. Elena climbed onto your lap, sunk down on your cock without even asking permission, and started riding you like the rocking chair had a deadline. You watched your shaft disappear between her fat ass cheeks again and again while Lana sucked one of Elena’s hard nipples, moaning around it like it tasted better than popsicles. Sweat rolled despite the AC, coating bellies and tits until everything felt slippery. Elena’s pussy clenched every time she dropped all the way down, wet squelching sounds joining the rumble of the unit kicking on. Lana switched to your mouth, kissing you messy while her own fingers kept flicking her swollen clit faster. Elena came first, hips jerking, her juices soaking your balls, the scent sweet-sharp and immediate. You flipped her onto her stomach, rammed back inside, and used her trembling hole until your come splashed out in thick ropes you didn’t bother to pull back for. Lana licked the mess from Elena’s thighs while the AC unit finally surrendered, the temperature climbing, the room once again hotter inside than out.