Deep blue eyes

I sit at the bar and wait. Simple. Effective. When the right guy shows up, I offer him a drink and lock eyes with him. Those deep blue eyes pull him in. He forgets the drink. He forgets everything else. All he sees is me. My lace lingerie clings to my skin, white against pale flesh. I lean closer, letting him watch the way my breasts rise with every slow breath. My fingers drift under the table, slipping beneath silk, finding heat. I touch myself while he watches, my breath quickening. I want him to see exactly what happens when he stares too long. She joins us then. Red hair falling wild over her shoulders, lips parted, eyes hungry. We don't speak. She kneels beside me and watches my hand work between my legs. Then she reaches out, replaces my fingers with hers. Her touch is firmer, more insistent. I gasp and spread wider, giving her everything. We move to the bedroom. She strips me slowly, peeling the lingerie away like she's unwrapping something rare. I'm on my back, legs open. She licks me while he watches, tongue working slow circles around my clit. I moan for both of them. When she lifts her head, her lips shine. She crawls up my body and kisses me, sharing the taste. He steps closer. His cock is hard, ready. I reach for him first, stroking him while she sucks my nipples. Then she moves, positioning herself above my face. I lick her while he pushes inside me. Deep. Full. The stretch pulls a cry from my throat. She grinds down on my mouth as he fucks me harder, his hands gripping my hips. She turns around and takes him in her hand, guiding him to her. He slides into her while I watch from below, still licking her clit. Then she shifts again, and he moves behind me. Two fingers first, slick with spit and lube. Then more. The pressure builds. He works me open, slow and deliberate, until I'm ready for him there too. He takes me from behind while she lies beneath me, her mouth on my pussy again. Every thrust rocks me forward into her tongue. My body clenches around him, tight and hot. The pressure builds until I can't hold back. I come hard, shaking between them, my cries muffled against her skin. They don't stop. She slides beneath me until we're face to face, kissing while he moves between us. He takes her next, then me again. Switching. Sharing. Filling. The room smells like sweat and sex and expensive perfume. My deep blue eyes stay locked on his the entire time, pulling him deeper, making him lose himself completely in me.