Stress Relief

Mick walks through the door worn out. Mia meets him in the hallway, barefoot, eyes already heavy. She leads him to the couch without asking how his day went. Candice waits on the cushions, knees parted, a silver plug flashing between them every time she shifts. Mia pulls his belt loose. Her mouth finds his while her hands push his shirt higher. Mick’s fingers sink into her hair, grip tight. Candice leans forward, takes his cock from Mia’s hand, and slides it straight between her lips. Mia climbs behind her, kisses the small of Candice’s back, then lower. She tugs the plug free and sets it aside. Her tongue follows the warm place it left. Candice moans around Mick’s cock, the sound muffled but thick. Mia pulls off her own clothes, straddles Candice’s face, and sinks down until she feels the first slow lick. The three bodies settle into a steady rhythm—mouths, hands, open breath. Mick pulls out long enough to turn Candice onto her knees. He pushes back inside her while she keeps her tongue moving on Mia. Mia watches him, fingers circling her own clit. She leans in, kisses him deep, then drops lower to taste him straight from Candice’s ass, tongue dragging along his shaft each time he draws out. The pace stays unhurried, bodies slick, every motion drawn out until the room fills with wet sounds and soft, repeated gasps. Mick’s hand stays on Mia’s head, guiding her, never letting her drift far from where the three of them meet.