The room was bathed in the warm, golden glow of a single table lamp, casting soft shadows across the tangled sheets. Elizabeth, Clara, and I lay sprawled across the bed, our naked bodies pressed close, skin slick with sweat and the heat of the moment. The air was thick with the musky scent of sex, the quiet hum of our heavy breaths, and the occasional creak of the mattress beneath us.
I nestled between Clara's thighs, my head resting against the soft warmth of her skin. Her pussy glistened in the lamplight, pink and wet, begging for more. I leaned in, pressing slow, deliberate kisses to her folds, my lips brushing the slickness.
"Amm… umm… yumm…" I murmured, smooching her softly, then dragging my tongue from bottom to top, savoring her sweet, tangy taste.
