Lesbian party - 1.

Eve, Simone and Natalli finally cornered Sandy the cleaning girl in their own apartment. They had been circling her for months—long looks across the room, brushes that lingered, whispers she pretended not to hear. Tonight the three of them stopped pretending. Sandy dropped the feather duster when Eve kissed her first, slow and deep, tasting her hesitation until it melted. The others closed in, hands sliding under uniforms and into warm, bare skin. Four bodies moved to the wide couch without a word. Eve knelt between Sandy’s spread thighs and dragged her tongue through the girl’s slick cunt while Simone and Natalli shed the last of their clothes and joined her. They took turns: one licking, two watching, fingers stroking already-swollen clits while mouths traded wet kisses over Sandy’s trembling belly. When Sandy’s turn came, she pushed Simone onto her back, opened her wide, and buried her face between those round cheeks, licking up every drop before shifting to Eve’s offered cunt, then Natalli’s, until the room filled with the wet sounds of tongues working and the soft cries they couldn’t hold back. Hands gripped hips, thighs flexed, hips rocked. Cunts were licked open again and again—slick folds spread, hard clits sucked, fingers sliding in and out in a rhythm that left all four gasping. They changed places without pause, rolling, straddling, riding each other’s mouths until every girl had come at least once, bodies flushed and trembling, still hungry for more. The air smelled of sweat and sex; the couch was damp beneath them. No one reached for clothes. The night was just beginning.