I Got You Babe

Adria sits on the edge of the couch and leans in. She tells Ana every filthy detail. The stretch, the pressure, the way Markus refuses to stop once he starts. Ana blushes but her eyes stay locked on Adria’s mouth. When Ana admits she’s curious, Adria doesn’t bother with words. She simply stands, takes Ana’s hand, and leads her down the hall. In the bedroom, she pulls off Ana’s top and leaves her bra on the floor. Adria kisses her first, slow, wet, letting tongues get acquainted. She keeps her hand low, fingers sliding between Ana’s thighs until they come away slick. She nods toward the doorway. Markus steps in already hard, cock heavy against his thigh. Adria drops to her knees and takes him to the back of her throat in one long swallow. Spit runs down her chin. She pulls off, strings of saliva still connecting, then offers him to Ana like a gift. Ana sinks down, trying to match the depth, choking when his head bumps her soft palate. Markus reaches behind her, spreads her cheeks, and works two fingers into her ass while she gags. When he pulls her up and bends her over the bed, Adria lies underneath, mouth open. Markus sinks into Ana’s ass in one steady push. Ana gasps, but pushes back. He fucks her in long strokes, pulling out every few thrusts so Adria can clean him with her tongue. Back in, deeper now. The room fills with the wet sound of skin meeting skin and the smell of sweat and sex. Markus’ rhythm breaks. He buries himself to the root and pulses inside Ana. Cum leaks out around his shaft. He slips free. Adria catches the drip with her tongue, then seals her mouth over Ana’s used hole and sucks until the last of it is gone.