Esmeralda: Part 2 (the unplanned ménage à trois)
Kaori is already gasping, stretched out on a red velvet chaise lounge, her kimono discarded, her thighs spread, her lipstick smeared across Miss Monroe’s cheek.
Miss Monroe—gorgeous in black lace and garter straps—is eating her out with devastating grace, hands pinning Kaori’s hips down while her tongue works slow, practiced circles. Kaori is moaning loud enough to make the others jealous.
But Kaori’s eyes flutter open, pupils wild with indulgence—and land on the slightly open door.
“Riley’s still out there,” she murmurs breathlessly. “They said they wanted to watch. Why should they miss this?”
Miss Monroe looks up, lips wet, eyes sultry. “Mmm. Invite them. I adore a sweet, bashful audience.”
Kaori—half-drenched and glowing—sits up, calls softly: “Riley, baby? Come in. We’ve got something for you to see.”
Riley peeks in—already flushed, hands clasped nervously behind their back. They’re in a silky tank, cheeks pink, lips parted.
Kaori’s legs still open, glistening. Miss Monroe on her knees, graceful and commanding. The bed beside them freshly made…as if waiting. For them.
Kaori pats the space next to her. “Come here. If you want. You don’t have to touch anything.”
Riley nods slowly and steps in.
“Too late. You’re already touching me just by being here.”
Kaori pulls Riley down onto the velvet, kisses them slowly—deep, intimate, not teasing. Riley melts into it, panting ever so slightly against her lips.
Miss Monroe rises behind them, trails a finger down Riley’s spine. “Have you ever been licked while someone kissed you?”
Riley’s breath catches. “N-no…”
“Would you like to be?”
They nod—trembling.
Kaori eases Riley onto her back. Monroe kneels between her thighs. Kaori kisses her mouth, her neck, her chest… while Miss Monroe begins.
Riley cries out. Because two mouths, two rhythms—Kaori’s soft moans in her ear, Monroe’s tongue inside her—is too much.
Riley is shaking. Clutching at Kaori’s hair. Whimpering into her mouth.
And then, finally, cums with a sound so raw and sacred that Miss Monroe moans too—as if tasting it.
They lie together after, Kaori brushing hair from Riley’s face, Miss Monroe licking her lips, saying softly:
“You’re very lucky to be loved like this.”
Riley nods, dazed. “I know,” they whisper, followed by two shy yet playful kisses on both ladies’ lips.
Riley is still lying back on the velvet lounge, panting softly, their eyes glassy from the orgasm Kaori and Miss Monroe just coaxed out of them together. Riley’s chest rises and falls in unsteady waves, their rosy nipples flushed, lips parted, bussy contracting in anticipation.
But their cock—that beautiful, thick, sensitive cock—is still aching, twitching against their own stomach. Wet. Shining.
Kaori notices it first—of course she does.
She kisses Riley’s cheek, then trails her tongue across their jaw. “Look how hard you still are. That wasn’t enough, was it?”