Triple joy!

Anne, Monica and Reilly live in each other's pockets. Everybody knows the three of them are inseparable, so nobody raises an eyebrow when they shut themselves away for another private night together. Behind that closed door the quiet giggles give way to soft mouths and slow hands. Anne slips Reilly's thin top up, traces her tongue around one tight nipple, then sinks lower to taste the heat between her friend's thighs. Monica watches, breathing hard, then slides behind Anne and presses a buzzing toy to her slick folds while her own fingers part Anne's cheeks and tease. They trade places with unhurried ease, tongues flicking over swollen clits, fingers sinking deep, toys humming against swollen flesh until each girl shudders and cries out, lost in the shared rhythm of their bodies.