My hands roamed again. Everywhere. Palming slick breasts, pinching sensitive nipples until they gasped, sliding down sweat-slicked stomachs, dipping through the wet heat between their thighs.
My mouth moved between them, a relentless fucking circuit.
I kissed Victoria, tasting Anya's scent on her tongue. I bit Anya's shoulder, tasting the salt. I sucked Ortega's lower lip, tasting her own deep, musky essence.
Then down. My mouth found Victoria's clit again, swollen and exposed. I flicked it rapidly with my tongue while two fingers plunged deep inside her. She shattered instantly, bucking against Anya, keening, nails digging into skin.
Before her tremors subsided, I shifted. My mouth moved to Ortega. She was still sensitive as hell. I licked her softly, slowly, rebuilding the torture, while one hand strummed Ortega's clit. Ortega came again with a sob, clutching Victoria's arm.
