Backstage of Surprise party - 1.

Mya and Sandy lounge in their costumes, legs crossed, waiting for the others. Only Jamaica shows up, early and eager. Two pairs of eyes fix on him. No one else is coming yet. He stands between them, already hard, and they don’t waste time. Sandy drops to her knees first, lips parting around his cock while Mya kisses him, tongue sliding deep. Hands roam freely—Mya’s dark fingers stroking his length, Sandy’s pale ones cupping his balls. He groans into the kiss. Mya turns, bends over the couch, and he slides straight into her, thick and slow at first, then faster. Sandy watches, fingers working between her own thighs, lips wet. She leans in and licks where they’re joined, tasting both of them. Jamaica grips Mya’s hips and pounds harder. She gasps, pushing back. Sandy moves up, kisses Mya’s open mouth, shares every moan. He pulls out, shiny with her, and Sandy takes him in her mouth again, greedy, throat working. Mya strokes herself while she watches. Jamaica switches, sinking into Sandy now, her ass bouncing with every thrust. Mya straddles Sandy’s face, riding her tongue, facing him so they can kiss above her. Sweat glistens on skin. He moves between them, taking turns, never rushing, making it last. They come one after another—Mya first, then Sandy, then Jamaica pulling out and spilling across both their tongues, hot and thick. They swallow what they can, lick the rest from each other’s lips. The party hasn’t even started, and already the night is ahead of schedule.