The Triumvirate - part II.

These three still rule, only now the throne is a king-size bed and the empire is whatever their bodies command. Zafira’s dark hair fans across the pillow while Bambi’s blonde waves spill over her shoulder; both watch Wivien strip the last lace from her hips. Bras and panties lie scattered on the sheet. Bambi moves first, kissing the inside of Wivien’s thigh until the younger girl’s breath hitches. Zafira joins her, fingers gliding over Wivien’s smooth stomach and cupping a small breast. Tongues meet slick heat; one girl tastes another and the room fills with wet, urgent sounds. Blonde and brunette mouths trade places, working Wivien until her legs shake. Then the circle tightens: Zafira lies back, Bambi straddles her face, and Wivien settles between Zafira’s parted thighs. Every lick draws a gasp; every suck draws a moan. Fingers slip in and out, hips grind, the rhythm turns slick and steady. They shift again—Wivien on her back, legs open wide; Bambi riding her mouth while Zafira presses two fingers deep and sucks the blonde’s clit. Sweat glistens on pale skin. The three stay locked together, moving faster, chasing the same edge until the bed creaks under their shared, trembling finish.