Fun factory

I got the text around noon. Aliza and Sneila wanted me over, nothing on the schedule, just us. I pulled up and found them already tangled on the bed—Aliza’s blonde hair spilling across the pillows, Sneila’s dark waves brushing my thigh as she leaned in. No warm-up, no talk. Sneila’s fingers slipped under my waistband while Aliza’s mouth found mine, soft and quick. Clothes came off in one messy pull. Blonde and brunette heads dipped between my legs in turns, tongues flicking, lips sucking, breath hot. I grabbed fistfuls of hair, pulled them closer. Sneila slid two fingers inside me, slow and deep, while Aliza kissed lower, teasing. We switched places without a word. I tasted both of them, wet and warm, switching back and forth until my chin glistened. They pushed me onto my back, legs spread wide. Sneila climbed over my face, grinding slow, Aliza’s tongue working me from below. Every moan bounced between us. Sweat, skin, the slap of palms on thighs. When we finally came it hit hard—three bodies shaking, breath caught, fingers still moving until the last tremor passed.