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admittedly, sevika knew what she was getting into.
what started out as two people discussing other ways to spice things up in the bedroom, turned into a playful dig at her body count, finally resulting in a four-person group sex.
so, this is where they find themselves at.
four women in mel’s beautifully lit room.
caitlyn in all fours, her cunt getting pounded by sevika’s strap. mel on her back, her cunt getting teases by vi’s fingers.
sevika always thought the kiramman girl was attractive—not as petite as mel, definitely more toned in some areas—but damn, she’s actually sexy as fuck.
she can only see caitlyn’s back, but seeing her subtle arch, and the strength wavering in her arms has sevika pulling her closer, with her back pressed against her chest.
the girl’s moans are melodic, like she can’t believe these are the sounds vi hears every night. like she can’t believe vi is capable of fucking someone like her.
on the other side of the room, she watches her girlfriend get teased to no end. maybe the twerp isn’t that good at all, just all talk.
sevika’s proven wrong from the moan that rises out of mel’s lips—a sound all too familiar to sevika—when vi finally inserts her fingers inside her pussy.
sevika didn’t feel jealous, she felt competitive. her fingers flit down to cairlyn’s clit, just inches away from touching her own strap between caitlyn’s folds, and plays with the swollen bud, as her partner moans and whines for her, leaning her head back on her shoulder.
vi, on the other hand, aside from her fingers, pleasures mel with her tongue, licking the parts her fingers aren’t thrusting in, filling the gaps. mel tells her how good she is, she’s always been a talker during sex.
sevika isn’t seeing red, isn’t mad that the twerp is actually good at fucking, only compelled to fuck caitlyn more. which results in caitlyn moaning out for her, begging her to go harder. sevika has no choice but to give her what she wants.