All 4 fun! - part 2.

The four of us slip deeper into that sun-soaked holiday haze, bodies bare except for scraps of white lace that cling and ride and barely hide a thing. I catch her from behind, fingers sinking into the soft swell of her ass, spreading it open while the other two girls watch with greedy eyes. One blonde is already on her back, legs parted, two fingers buried to the knuckle in her own wet heat. The third kneels beside her, tongue flicking across stiff nipples, then lower, tracing the curve of her belly until she presses her mouth right where those fingers work. Wet sounds fill the room. I drop to my knees, tongue following the same path, tasting the heat between her thighs while hands grip my hair and pull me in. She moans my name like it’s a secret. We trade places without a word, lips meeting skin, teeth grazing, every lick answered by a shiver or a gasp. The sun pours through the blinds in stripes across tangled limbs and flushed skin. Four mouths, eight hands, one shared rhythm that never breaks.