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“I taping this as it happens…” The four of them gathered in a circle, naked, in the candle lights. Outside the rain is falling in torrents as they chanted, holding hands: “A thousand dawns your lips my hunger the keeper of my soul burning through the night each kiss a decadent shadow.” Sandi my wife was the first to break, her breath ragged as she pulled Sophie close, their mouths crashing together. Sophie gasped as Sandi’s fingers tangled in her dark curls, pulling just hard enough to make her whimper. The other two women, Lena and Priya, watched with parted lips, their chests rising and falling in sync. Sophie a concenting virgin, barely eighteen, a distant neice.
Priya’s fingers dug into her own thighs as she watched Sophie arch against Sandi’s mouth—that perfect little cunt glistening in the candlelight, pink and untouched until tonight. The scent of her hit the air like a struck match, something sweet and sharp that made Lena’s nostrils flare. She’d been the one to suggest this, hadn’t she? Whispering about bloodlines and hunger while the storm rattled the windows. Now Sophie’s thighs trembled, her heel slipping on the hardwood as Sandi worked her open with relentless fingers, chiming the clit. Sophie’s moans hit a desperate, shattered pitch as Sandi’s tongue curled inside her. that wet, relentless rhythm turning her into something primal.
Priya couldn’t tear her eyes away—Sophie’s cunt looked like some forbidden fruit split open, glistening under the candlelight with Sandi’s mouth still working between her thighs. The girl’s whole body jerked with each flick of Sandi’s tongue, her back arching off the hardwood floor as her fingers scrabbled for purchase. That tight little hole kept clenching around nothing, fluttering like a trapped bird, and Priya felt her own wetness slick between her legs just watching. Lena’s fingers twitched at her sides, the hunger in her gut tightening like a vise. She’d never seen anything so unbearably beautiful—Sophie’s pink, glistening cunt trembling under Sandi’s mouth, those delicate inner folds flushed dark with blood. Every cry that tore from Sophie’s throat sent a fresh pulse of heat straight to Lena’s core, her own need throbbing in time with the girl’s desperate gasps.
Sandi pulled back from Sophie’s trembling body, her lips glistening under the flickering candlelight. The girl whimpered at the loss, her hips still twitching upward, chasing the heat of Sandi’s mouth. But Sandi only smirked, running a thumb over Sophie’s swollen lower lip before rising to her feet with a deliberate slowness. “Patience,” she murmured, her voice rough with promise. The strapon lay coiled on the dresser like a waiting serpent, black leather gleaming under the dim light. Lena’s breath hitched as Sandi reached for it, her fingers tracing the harness straps with practiced ease.
“The same strapon she uses on me.”
