Get together

Frisky and Paloma had a knack for turning girls-night into something filthy, so they knew exactly what would happen the minute Iyana crossed the threshold in her robe. Their shy friend barely got her coat off before Frisky slipped a hand under the hem, Paloma pressed close behind, and the teasing turned wet and eager. Fingers slid over slick heat while mouths found lips, tongues quick and greedy. Iyana gasped, caught between them, but her hips rocked forward, hungry now too. Laughter and soft moans tangled together as they peeled off lace and traded slow kisses between sudden, urgent strokes. No one left that couch untouched—or dry.