Girls at home

The three of us sprawl across Aleska's couch, sunlight catching on her pale skin and the heavy swing of her full breasts. Larissa Dee leans in close, black hair brushing my shoulder, while the little dog curls up between us like it already belongs. Aleska stretches, the motion lifting her tits and drawing Larissa's hand to her waist. One touch turns into another. My fingers slide down Larissa's thigh, finding heat between her legs. Aleska watches, pupils wide, and shrugs her top aside so we can both taste her nipples. The room smells like skin and perfume and something sweeter. Larissa spreads for me; I lick her while Aleska strokes my hair and whispers how pretty I look with my mouth full. Later we trade places, mouths busy, hands greedy, until every inch of us has been tasted and claimed. The dog sleeps through all of it.