Repressed Desires

Three ballet dancers in a mirrored studio, their leotards hugging every curve. Blonde, brunette, and another blonde, all curves and discipline. They stretch, they point their toes, but the temperature rises fast. The brunette drops to her knees first, tongue sliding over smooth thighs. Hands tug at fabric. Leotards peel away, revealing heavy breasts that bounce free as they fall into each other. The blonde arches, moaning as fingers work between her legs, while the other blonde straddles a face, grinding slow and deep. They move from the barre to the floor. Tongues replace fingers. Lips part, legs spread. Wet sounds fill the studio as they trade positions, taking turns tasting, licking, fucking. One stays on her back, knees pulled wide, while another works her open with tongue and fingers. The third watches, stroking herself, then joins, pressing in close. Heat builds until the room feels thick with it. They come in turns, shuddering, then keep going, insatiable, bodies tangled on the polished floor.