The kiss ended, but the connection lingered a single, silvery strand of saliva briefly bridging their lips before breaking. They pulled apart, their breaths coming in ragged, heavy pants, the air thick with the heat of their shared passion.
Veronica, her emerald eyes dark with unsated desire, was not nearly finished. A low, hungry sound escaped her throat as she surged forward, capturing Julian's mouth once more in a deep, claiming kiss. He met her fervor without hesitation, his hands tightening on their hips.
Witnessing their renewed intensity, a sudden, brave desperation washed over Aya. The feeling of being left behind was more than she could bear. With a soft, determined whimper, she leaned in, her own lips seeking Julian's, her small tongue tentatively joining the fray.
What followed was a fevered tangle of three. Their mouths met and parted in a shifting, hungry dance. Tongues slid and twisted together in a messy, consuming heat that knew no single owner.
