She rolled her hips into Stassi’s bare pussy, and the wetness between her legs stained Livi’s silk panties.
“Oh my god,” Stassi panted. The friction of her hard clit pressed against Livi’s silk-covered clit was a tease.
“You want me to take them off?” Livi asked.
Stassi wasn’t ready for that. “I don’t know.”
“It’s okay. I can get mine while wearing them.” Livi rolled into Stassi again, pussy to pussy, they ground. A feral connection of femininity that they both enjoyed. Stassi had always wondered what tribbing felt like. She had watched porn enough times to know it had to be amazing. Nothing could have prepared her for the moment her clit touched Livi’s. It was a mess. Just wet on wet, and Livi’s panties were soaked.
Stassi wasn’t even being penetrated, and it felt better than any dick she had ever had. Livi reached down, moving her panties to the side so she could mash her sex directly against Stassi’s. They were so wet that their clits seemed to be tongue kissing, as evidence of the eroticism provided a sticky nectar.
“Oh my god, I’m about to cum.” Stassi was losing her mind. Livi rode her harder and took one breast in her hand, sucking on her areola, creating another sensation.
Stassi exploded, and Livi ground slow as ever, with more pressure than ever, until Stassi’s legs were shaking.
“Me too,” Livi moaned. “Yes, me too!”
Livi collapsed on top of her, but she was a glutton for punishment; she kept sliding her wet up and down, ‘round and ‘round. Slow, soft circles that made Stassi’s body scream.
“This is insane,” Stassi whispered.
“Indeed.”
The baritone voice belonged to Day, and Stassi lifted her hands to her face in disbelief.
“Day, this pussy is amazing,” Livi said, still going. The slowest, most sensual grind Stassi had ever felt. She sat up on Stassi, and Stassi placed her hands on Livi’s hips.
“Wait,” Stassi whispered.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Day said. He took a seat in the chair beside the bed. “Taste her.”
Stassi looked at Day unsurely. “Can she taste test that pussy for me, Stass?”
Before Stassi could form words, Livi sucked her clit into her mouth. Stassi bucked, ass lifting clear off the bed.
“My God.” Day was appreciative. “You’re the fucking one.”
“This pussy sensitive,” Livi moaned while eating it up. “Every touch makes her go crazy.”
“The fucking one,” Day repeated.
Stassi couldn’t keep her eyes open. She clenched them shut and her mouth opened in pure bliss as she fucked Livi’s tongue.
She just needed pressure. More fucking pressure.
“Eat li’l baby from the back, Liv,” Day ordered.
All fours. Stassi was in position, and her ass was tooted, exposing her clit even more.
“Hmm,” Livi moaned. “She wants it more now that you’re here. It’s full. This clit is hard and sweet.”
Day leaned over onto his knees, coming closer to Stassi’s face. “Is that right?”
“Day, it feels so good,” Stassi moaned. She couldn’t help it.
He placed a hand on his dick and rubbed gently, gripping what she could see was going brick.
“How good, Stass?” He asked.
