Esmeralda: Part 6 (knock knock?)
June kisses Chen hard, tongue already past their lips before they can react, licking deep—desperate to take it back, to taste what Chen and Kat just claimed as theirs.
Her moan is needy, raw. Chen’s cock twitches in her grip as she strokes it with renewed hunger, worshiping it with both hands.
Her tongue tangles with Chen’s and she groans when she tastes it: herself.
“Fuck yes,” she pants into Chen’s mouth between kisses. “You kept it for me. You let me be yours and hers. I want it—I want every filthy second of it.”
Kat watches from beside Chen, one hand lazily trailing down her own stomach, biting her lower lip. “Well fuck, this one’s possessed.” She chuckles.
Chen grips June’s chin. Pulls back just an inch. Her lips are glossy with spit. Her pupils are huge. She’s panting, already rutting her hips against Chen’s thigh again like she can’t stand being empty.
“You didn’t ask, little brat.”
She smirks—defiant through the haze. “Didn’t think I needed to anymore. Thought you said I was good.”
Kat leans over, giggling, and whispers into Chen’s ear: “Want me to hold her arms while you fuck her throat? Just say the word.”
June hears her. And shudders.
“Please,” she gasps, “I’ll do anything, just don’t make me stop kissing you—”
Chen answers by kissing her harder, claiming her tongue, sliding their fingers into her hair and gripping tighter.
She moans into Chen’s mouth as they kiss her through the filth of everything she’s just surrendered.
Chen’s still deep in the aftermath of June’s overwhelming orgasm—her body on fire, her mouth locked to theirs, her taste shared, her hands worshipful on their cock. She threw herself into that snowball kiss as though she were possessed.
But now, just as her hips start grinding on their thigh again, lips still parted from the moan of “You better never hold that back from me again,” the door creaks open behind them.
And…
Sofia steps in like a vision. Hair loose, silk robe barely tied, her skin still dewy and glowing from whatever tender power play she’s just shared in the room next door.
Behind her, Dee—tall, dark-skinned, graceful—is helping her carry a tray of tea and water bottles, utterly composed despite the clear afterglow clinging to her every movement.
Right in the doorway, the two freeze at the sight before them—
June’s on her knees. Chen’s cock is wet and twitching in her grip. Their mouth is still shiny from her kiss. Kat is to the side, lazily fingering herself, watching everything like it’s art. The dildo—still slick from June’s pussy earlier—is on the table between them all like a centerpiece.
Sofia’s eyes widen. Her mouth opens. Then she chuckles, softly: “Oopsie, should’ve knocked.”
June glances over her shoulder, utterly unfazed. Her lipstick is smudged, her cheeks flushed.
“Get in here,” she says, voice hoarse and lustful. “Chen’s not done making me cum yet.”