Hungry Eyes - part 2

Three women drifted onto the patio for a quiet afternoon, but the air quickly thickened. Zafira’s raven hair and olive skin caught the light, while Brandy’s golden waves and pale curves looked almost luminous beside her. Sophie’s short skirt and low-cut top did nothing to hide the way her breasts pressed forward every time she moved. Conversation faltered. Hands brushed thighs, eyes lingered on lips. Zafira leaned in first, tasting Sophie’s mouth while Brandy’s fingers slipped beneath the hem of Sophie’s top, cupping the heavy swell of her breast. Brandy’s own shirt came loose, revealing full, round tits that Zafira cupped and squeezed as Sophie’s tongue traced a slow circle around one stiff nipple. Skirts rode higher. Sophie sank to her knees between Brandy’s spread legs, pulling aside the damp lace to press her mouth to the slick heat she found there. Zafira moved behind Sophie, reaching around to stroke and tug at her breasts while her hips ground against Sophie’s ass. The patio furniture creaked beneath shifting weight—soft moans, the wet sound of tongues and fingers, the sharp intake of breath when Zafira slid two fingers inside Sophie from behind. Blonde hair spilled over tanned skin, brunette curls tangled in grasping hands. They shifted, traded places, tasted one another in every combination the afternoon light allowed, never pausing until every shudder had run its course and the three of them lay flushed and spent in the sun.