Escape

Ella and Alecia move slow, close. Their mouths meet first, lips soft, then hungrier. Alecia’s hand finds the back of Ella’s neck, pulls her deeper. Tongues touch, slide. Alecia breaks to breathe, then takes Ella’s mouth again. Ella’s fingers trail down, find the hem of Alecia’s dress, slide underneath. Warm skin. No underwear. She cups the curve of Alecia’s ass, squeezes once, then again. Alecia presses forward, thigh between Ella’s legs, rocking there. The dress comes up. Alecia turns, leans over the back of the couch. Ella drops, spreads her open, licks from clit to asshole in one long stroke. Alecia’s breath catches. Ella focuses on the tight ring, tongue working in slow circles, then pushes inside. Alecia’s hips rock back. She reaches down, rubs her clit while Ella keeps licking her ass. Footsteps. Christian. Alecia glances back, sees him, but stays bent. He watches. Then he steps in, cock already hard. He presses against Alecia’s soaked pussy, slides in deep. She moans into the cushion. He fucks her steady, balls-deep, then pulls out and pushes against her ass. Ella’s spit helps. He sinks into her asshole, slow, inch by inch. Alecia’s hand stays busy between her legs. Christian works her open, pulls out, and Ella leans in, takes his cock in her mouth, tastes him and Alecia together. She sucks clean, spits, goes back down on Alecia’s ass. Christian switches back to pussy, then to ass again, using Ella’s mouth each time. The rhythm stays unhurried. Alecia’s thighs shake. She comes with his cock in her ass, face buried, fingers frantic. Christian pulls out, strokes once, twice, paints Alecia’s face and open mouth. She licks her lips. Ella leans in, kisses the mess from her cheek. Alecia smiles, eyes half-closed, already thinking about round two.