Girl talk

Priscilla didn't tell me her friend was staying over. A brunette. Skin pale against the white sheets. When I walked in the three of us just looked at each other, and something shifted. No one laughed it off. We let it happen. Clothes came off fast. The brunette's hair spilled across the pillow while Priscilla's fingers traced the line of her thigh. I watched them kiss, slow at first, then deeper, tongues moving like they already knew each other. My jeans hit the floor and Priscilla pulled me closer, guiding my hand to her friend's breast. Soft. Warm. A quick intake of breath when my thumb brushed the nipple. The blonde leaned in next, pressing her mouth to mine, tasting like the other girl's lip gloss. Hands everywhere. Priscilla's mouth on my cock, then the brunette's, taking turns, saliva running down the shaft. One of them climbed over my face, knees on either side of my head, and I licked her open while the other lowered herself onto me, tight and wet, riding slow. We switched. Priscilla on her back, legs spread, the brunette between them, licking her while I fucked her from behind. Her moans vibrated against Priscilla's cunt. Then Priscilla wanted to watch, so the brunette and I fucked face to face, her legs around my waist, her nails digging into my shoulders while Priscilla touched herself inches away. When I came it was across both of them, streaks on their stomachs, their tits. They kissed again with my cum between their mouths, tongues sliding through it. We didn't talk about what just happened. We just stayed there, breathing hard, skin sticking where we touched.