The sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Leslie’s family home. The air inside hummed with the nervous energy of the four girls—Hannah, Leslie, Poppy, and Jennifer—as they sprawled out in Leslie’s plush bedroom, the sound of pop music pulsing softly from a speaker in the corner.
They were all dressed in flimsy, silky pajamas that felt more like an invitation than a cover—tiny shorts, cropped camis, and lacy bralettes peeking from beneath sheer fabrics. Hannah’s petite frame was hugged by a barely-there, pale pink cami and matching shorts. Leslie’s long blonde hair tumbled down her shoulders, her blue eyes glittering with mischief as she adjusted her short, black satin set that clung to her curves. Poppy, curvy and brunette, wore a deep red camisole that contrasted with her creamy skin, while Jennifer, taller and shy with her reddish-brown hair, had opted for a loose but low-cut white sleep shirt that barely covered her toned thighs.
They’d already worked their way through a couple of bottles of wine, giggling and whispering secrets, playing games that felt a little more daring after each glass. In the background, Leslie’s mom, Diana—a gorgeous, soft, curvy woman with a knowing smile—could be heard bustling in the kitchen, calling out lighthearted reminders that they could drink but not leave the house.
Phil, Leslie’s dad, was in the living room, half-watching a game with his son Jacob, who was leaning back on the couch in a loose t-shirt and gym shorts, a beer in hand, his strong arms on full display. Jacob’s green eyes flicked toward the stairs now and then, his lips curling slightly as he caught snippets of the girls’ laughter echoing down the hall. Poppy couldn’t help but feel a thrill every time she imagined him glancing her way, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink with every stolen glance.
As the night wore on, the girls stretched out on the plush rug in the center of the room, the air thick with the scent of vanilla candles and spiked with the faint tang of alcohol. The wine loosened their inhibitions, and when Leslie suggested a game of “Truth or Dare,” the room erupted in squeals and teasing giggles.
Hannah’s pulse quickened, her brown eyes darting to her friends, wondering just how far they’d all be willing to push the boundaries tonight.
After a few more rounds of Truth or Dare, the wine had worked its way into all of them, softening their giggles and coaxing them into playful confessions and risqué dares. Hannah sat cross-legged on the rug, her cheeks flushed as she clutched her phone in her hand.
“Okay, okay,” Leslie said with a mischievous grin. “Hannah, I dare you to take a naked selfie… and send it to Tyler. You know, ‘on accident.’”
The room exploded in laughter.
Hannah covered her face, groaning. “Oh my God, you guys are evil.” But with a breathless giggle, she ducked behind her phone, angling it just so, flashing a hint of shoulder and a sultry pout. She sent it, squealing as her friends howled with delight.
Jennifer’s turn was next, and when she hesitated, Poppy leaned in, her voice low. “Truth. How do you really feel about leaving for college?”
Jennifer sighed, biting her lip. “I’m scared. I don’t want to leave you guys. And I’m not sure I’m ready to… to be on my own.”
The confession hung between them for a moment, a raw sweetness before Leslie, ever the instigator, broke the mood with a wicked grin. “Jennifer. Dare. I dare you to kiss me.”
Jennifer’s face turned crimson. “Wha—what?”
“With tongue,” Leslie added, her blue eyes glinting, her voice a low purr.
The room’s giggles turned breathy. Jennifer hesitated, her shy gaze flicking between the others, but then Leslie leaned forward, her hand gently tilting Jennifer’s chin up. Their lips met—soft at first, then deeper, tongues tangling in a wet, needy kiss that left the other girls staring, wide-eyed and breathless.
Leslie’s hand slid down to Jennifer’s hip, pulling her closer, her nails grazing the bare skin beneath Jennifer’s shirt. The kiss grew more heated, Jennifer’s hands clutching at Leslie’s waist, and a soft, breathy moan escaped from deep in her throat.
And that’s when the door cracked open.
“Girls, I—oh!” Diana’s voice faltered, her eyes widening as she took in the scene: Leslie’s hand under Jennifer’s shirt, their lips still locked, the flush on all their cheeks.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry!” Diana gasped, her face flaming red. “I was just coming to say we’re all turning in for the night!”
She stumbled back, nearly tripping over her own feet, and the door swung shut with a soft thud.
For a moment, the room was silent.
Then the girls dissolved into helpless, giddy laughter, the tension breaking as they collapsed onto each other in a tangle of limbs and breathless giggles.
“Did you see her face?” Poppy gasped, her hands over her mouth.
“She’s probably never going to look at us the same way again!” Hannah squealed, her face buried against Leslie’s shoulder.
Leslie grinned wickedly, licking her lips. “That was fun.” As the girls sprawled across Leslie’s bed, giggling and flushed from the wine and Leslie’s bold dares, Leslie flopped back dramatically. “Let’s watch something scary,” she said, tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder.
Hannah, breathless with laughter, climbed to her feet. “I’ll go make popcorn,” she offered, eager for a break from the heat rising in the room.
The house was quiet as she tiptoed downstairs, the soft creak of the old wooden floorboards beneath her feet. In the dim kitchen, she opened cabinets and pulled out two large bowls, filling them with buttery, salted popcorn. The hum of the microwave and the faint scent of butter filled the air.
Then a soft voice startled her. “Hey, Hannah. What are you doing down here?”
Hannah turned, her heart skipping a beat. It was Diana, standing in the doorway in a silky robe that cinched at her waist, her dark hair loose around her shoulders.
“Oh, just making popcorn,” Hannah said, flashing a small smile. “We’re going to watch a movie.”
Diana hesitated in the doorway, her cheeks flushing slightly as she stepped further into the kitchen. Her gaze flickered away. “Ah,” she murmured. “I… I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to intrude.”
Hannah bit her lip, feeling a strange, heady mix of guilt and boldness. “It’s okay,” she said softly. “It was just wine and giggles, you know how it goes.”
Diana let out a soft laugh, her cheeks still tinged pink. “Oh, believe me, I do. I was young once too.”
Hannah turned back to the counter but then hesitated, glancing over her shoulder. In the dim kitchen light, Diana looked stunning—the curve of her hips under the silk, the flush in her cheeks, the way her hair fell in loose waves. Hannah’s heart gave a little jump.
“You’re still young,” she said quietly, her voice husky with sudden courage. “You’ve got a hot body, and you’ve got a beautiful face.”
Diana’s lips parted in surprise, her hand fluttering up to her throat. “Oh… thank you,” she said breathlessly. “I haven’t heard that from someone in… a long time.”
Hannah felt a wicked thrill as she set the popcorn down. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the electric heat of the night. She stepped closer, backing Diana gently against the counter, her hands bracing on either side of her.
“Well,” she murmured, her brown eyes locked with Diana’s wide ones, “then your husband isn’t doing his job right.”
Diana let out a breathy laugh, a mix of shock and amusement. “Hannah…”
But before she could say more, Hannah leaned in, brushing her lips softly against Diana’s. It was a light, teasing kiss at first, but Diana gasped, her hands fluttering up to rest lightly on Hannah’s hips. When Hannah pressed in again, her lips parting to slide her tongue softly into Diana’s mouth, Diana gave a soft moan of surprise—and then melted into the kiss.
Their lips moved together, tasting, exploring. Hannah’s hands curled around Diana’s waist, pulling her closer, feeling the heat of her body through the thin silk robe. Diana’s fingers tightened in the fabric of Hannah’s sleep shirt, her breaths coming in shallow little gasps as their kiss deepened. Hannah’s nipples hardened. The heat from Diana made her shiver.
For a few heartbeats, the world fell away. The quiet kitchen, the distant sound of the microwave beeping, the soft hum of the house. There was only the soft wet sounds of lips and the hitch of breath as Diana surrendered to the kiss.
“You taste good.” Hannah told her. Grinning.
But then Diana pulled back abruptly, her chest heaving. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her hand covering her mouth, eyes wide with a mix of shock and lingering desire. “I… you should get back to your friends. Have a fun night.”
She fled the kitchen, her robe fluttering behind her as she hurried up the stairs, leaving Hannah standing there with a wicked grin curling her lips.
Hannah licked her lips, still tasting Diana’s softness, and with a low laugh, she picked up the bowls of popcorn.
Hannah slipped quietly back into Leslie’s room, the warm scent of buttered popcorn trailing behind her. The lights were dim now, the TV casting flickering shadows across the nest of pillows and blankets the girls had built on the floor. Jennifer and Leslie were already curled up together on one side, their legs tangled as they shared a bowl of popcorn between them. Poppy patted the spot next to her, and Hannah slid in, setting down the second bowl.
The movie began, some old slasher flick Leslie had chosen for its jump scares and cheap thrills. But as Hannah settled in with her popcorn, her attention drifted from the screen to the way Leslie’s hand was brushing Jennifer’s thigh beneath the blanket.
She elbowed Poppy gently, nodding toward the pair. Poppy’s brown eyes widened as she watched, her lips quirking into a grin.
Leslie was bold, her long blonde hair brushing over Jennifer’s bare shoulder as she leaned in, pressing feather-light kisses down her neck. Jennifer’s head tipped back slightly, her lips parting, her cheeks flushed pink.
“They think we can’t see them,” Poppy whispered, her voice thick with amusement.
“I know,” Hannah murmured, unable to tear her eyes away. The contrast of Jennifer’s shy gasps against Leslie’s confident touch was intoxicating.
They turned back to the movie, trying to focus, but every few minutes Hannah’s gaze would drift, catching the subtle shifts—the way Jennifer’s back arched, the way her hand trembled as she gripped the blanket, the way Leslie’s lips trailed lower, murmuring something that made Jennifer bite her lip.
A particularly loud scream from the movie made all the girls jump, and in the distraction, Hannah caught sight of Leslie’s hand, slipping beneath the blanket and between Jennifer’s thighs. Jennifer’s lips parted in a silent gasp, her hand tightening over Leslie’s. Wet sounds grew faint.
“Oh my God,” Poppy whispered, leaning closer to Hannah. “She’s—”
“I know,” Hannah whispered back, her cheeks flushed, her heart racing. “That’s so hot.”
“I’m so turned on right now,” Poppy murmured, her voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
“Me too,” Hannah admitted breathlessly, her pulse quickening. She hesitated for a moment, her mouth dry, then leaned closer, her lips brushing against Poppy’s ear. “You want to hear something even hotter?”
Poppy turned her head, her brown eyes wide. “What?”
“I kissed Diana,” Hannah whispered, a wicked smile curling her lips. “In the kitchen. Just now.”
Poppy’s mouth dropped open, her cheeks flushing a deep pink. “You what?” she hissed softly, her voice rising slightly.
“I kissed her,” Hannah repeated, her voice low and teasing. “And she kissed me back. God, Poppy, it was so hot… she tasted like wine and vanilla. I swear, if she hadn’t pulled away, I would have eaten her pussy right there in the kitchen.”
Poppy squeezed her arm, her mouth pressed into a tight, giddy smile. “You’re insane. That’s so… crazy hot. I can’t believe you kissed her.”
“I know,” Hannah murmured, her gaze flickering back to Leslie and Jennifer, whose quiet, breathy moans were barely audible over the movie. “And I can’t stop thinking about it.” Poppy shifted closer to Hannah, her breath warm against her ear. “I’ve been texting Jacob all night,” she whispered, her voice thick with a mix of giddiness and arousal.
Hannah’s head snapped around, her eyes wide. “No way.”
Poppy bit her lip and nodded, her cheeks flushing. “I even sent him a couple of naked selfies,” she admitted with a wicked grin.
Hannah stifled a laugh, her pulse racing. “Oh my God, let me see!”
Poppy hesitated, giggling softly, before flashing her phone screen to Hannah for a split second. The glimpse was enough—just a tease of bare skin and the sultry curve of Poppy’s hip.
“You little minx,” Hannah whispered, her voice thick with laughter. “And you claimed they were on accident?”
They leaned back into the pillows, the movie flickering in the background as they tried to focus, but the real show was happening just a few feet away. Poppy nudged Hannah’s arm, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Look,” she whispered, nodding toward Leslie and Jennifer.
Hannah’s breath caught in her throat. Leslie’s hand was moving faster now, her fingers disappearing beneath the blanket covering Jennifer’s lap. Jennifer’s mouth was parted in a silent gasp, her head tipped back, her eyes squeezed shut as she clung to Leslie’s arm. Leslie smiled at Jennifer as she made Jennifer breathless.
“She’s going to come,” Hannah murmured, her voice thick with excitement.
“I know,” Poppy whispered back, her cheeks flushed. “God, I’m aching to do the same right now.”
They both giggled softly, their bodies pressed close, sharing in the thrill of watching their friends melt into each other’s touch.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, Hannah saw movement. She turned her head and caught a glimpse of Diana, her silky robe trailing behind her as she slipped into the hallway bathroom.
A wicked idea sparked in Hannah’s mind. She bit her lip, her pulse racing with anticipation.
“I’ll be right back,” she whispered to Poppy, her voice low and teasing.
Poppy shot her a questioning look, but Hannah was already sliding out from beneath the blankets, her legs bare against the cool air. She stole one last glance at Leslie and Jennifer, her breath catching. Leslie’s fingers were relentless now, drawing desperate whimpers from Jennifer’s parted lips as her thighs trembled, her body arching.
And then Jennifer shuddered, a soft, choked moan slipping from her mouth as she fell apart under Leslie’s skilled touch.
“Oh my fucking god,” Jennifer whispered.
Hannah’s heart pounded as she slipped from the room, her wicked grin widening.
Hannah’s heart raced as she slipped through the bathroom door, her breath catching at the sight of Diana standing under the cascade of hot water. The glass shower door was slightly fogged, blurring Diana’s curves in a tantalizing way. She hadn’t noticed Hannah yet, her head tilted back beneath the spray, eyes closed in relaxation.
With boldness she didn’t know she possessed, Hannah quietly slipped off her pajamas, leaving them in a puddle on the floor. She padded across the tile, breathless with excitement, and slid open the shower door.
The sudden rush of cool air startled Diana, who turned with a gasp. “Hannah!” she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. “What are you—”
Before she could finish, Hannah stepped into the shower, closing the door behind her. Her voice was low, sultry. “That kiss earlier…”, she murmured. “I’ve decided I’m not finished..”
Diana’s breath hitched, her lips parting in shock. “We can’t… this isn’t right,” she stammered, though her body betrayed her, her cheeks flushed and her chest rising and falling more rapidly.
“Why not?” Hannah teased, stepping closer, her fingers lightly brushing Diana’s damp skin. “Your husband doesn’t appreciate you. He leaves you aching. And upstairs, I just watched your daughter making Jennifer come… and I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I want to do the same to you.”
Diana’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. “Hannah, we—”
But before she could finish, Hannah’s mouth found hers, kissing her hard, stealing the words from her lips. Diana’s hesitation melted into a soft, helpless moan as she gave in, her hands rising instinctively to tangle in Hannah’s wet hair.
Hannah’s hands were everywhere, trailing over the curve of Diana’s waist, exploring the swell of her hips, teasing the soft, sensitive skin of her neck with slow, lingering kisses. Diana trembled beneath her touch, her lips parting on gasps and moans as Hannah’s mouth moved lower, grazing her collarbone, tasting the droplets of water there.
“That’s right, Diana. Melt for me. Give in to your daughter’s best friend.” Hannah whispered wickedly against Diana’s skin.
When Hannah’s lips brushed the soft curve of Diana’s breast, her teeth grazing lightly, she sucks a hard nipple into her mouth, Diana let out a louder moan, her head tipping back against the tile.
“God,” Diana gasped, her voice shaky. “You’re going to drive me crazy.”
Hannah giggled softly, a wicked grin curving her lips. “Look at you, already wanting to come from just soft touches,” she whispered, her tongue teasing a taut peak, sending shivers through Diana’s trembling body.
Hannah’s boldness sent a thrill down Diana’s spine. The warmth of the water, the misty air, and the feel of Hannah’s eager hands and mouth tracing over her skin left her breathless.
Hannah’s mouth found its way lower, her lips brushing over Diana’s sensitive curves with tantalizing slowness, teasing her with each breath and flick of her tongue. Her hands roamed, exploring, until they reached the heat between Diana’s thighs, eliciting a sharp gasp.
Diana’s hands tangled in Hannah’s damp hair, her hips instinctively pressing forward, chasing the sensations building within her.
“Fuck… that feels so good,” Diana gasped, her voice husky and thick with desire.
Hannah hummed softly, her mouth moving with increasing intensity, sending shivers through Diana’s trembling form. The steam swirled around them, masking the world outside, until all that existed was the slip of skin against skin, the sharp pull of desire, and the low sounds of pleasure echoing in the bathroom.
Diana’s moans grew louder, her body arching, surrendering completely to Hannah’s touch. Hannah’s fingers curling into that sweet spot as she sucked her clit harder, her tongue making circles on it. Hannah moaned against Diana’s pussy.
And just as she felt herself tipping over the edge, a sudden noise, a door creaking open, footsteps in the hallway, sending a jolt of reality crashing through her.
Diana gasped, her hands tightening in Hannah’s hair, her voice trembling. “Someone’s coming,” she whispered, her body trembling between anticipation and sudden panic.
Hannah pulled back, her lips glistening, her breath hot and rapid. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Yeah and it’s about to be you, all over my face,” she whispered, her voice low and teasing. Hannah’s mouth moved with increasing urgency, her hands skillfully coaxing Diana’s body closer and closer to the edge. Diana’s fingers tangled in Hannah’s hair, her moans rising, her hips rocking against the younger woman’s mouth, each movement more desperate than the last. Hannah drove her two fingers faster and harder into the soaked hole.
“Oh god, Hannah,” she gasped, her voice breaking, her body trembling under the weight of the pleasure building within her. “You’re driving me crazy… I’m… I’m—”
Hannah’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she looked up at her. “That’s right,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing, “Come for me, you’re so sexy like this…”
Diana couldn’t hold back the sharp cry that escaped her lips, her body arching as a wave of release washed over her, leaving her breathless and trembling, clinging to the slick tile for support.
But just as her moans echoed louder, the soft creak of the bathroom door opening went unnoticed.
Phil stood there, his mouth falling open, his eyes wide as he took in the scene before him—the steam, the scent of water and sweat, the sight of his wife in the throes of release under Hannah’s bold touch.
For a moment, he was frozen in place, shock and disbelief warring across his face. Then, he cleared his throat sharply, the sound slicing through the heavy air.
Diana’s breath caught, her eyes flying open, her cheeks flushing crimson. “Phil!” she gasped, her voice shaking, her body still trembling from the aftermath.
Hannah, undeterred, lifted her head, her lips glistening, her eyes gleaming with challenge and mischief. Her fingers still thrusting in and out of his wife.
“Looks like you’ve been missing out, Phil, Diana’s pussy tastes like heaven,” she murmured, her voice low and taunting.
Phil stood frozen in the doorway, his breath catching as he took in the sight before him. Steam curled around him, but it couldn’t cloud the vivid scene—the way Hannah’s body moved against Diana’s, the quiet, breathless moans filling the bathroom.
He felt a surge of emotions rise in his chest: shock, confusion, a sharp pulse of something darker. His gaze locked on Hannah’s determined, teasing expression, the way she continued to work Diana with slow, measured precision, undeterred by his presence. His wife cheating on him, in their house… with their daughter’s friend.
Diana gasped softly, her cheeks flushed, torn between resisting and surrendering. Her hands pressed lightly against Hannah’s shoulders, as if to push her away, but her strength faltered. Hannah’s lips curled into a smirk, her voice low and taunting. Hannah licked Diana slowly, putting on a show.
“Does this bother you, Phil? Me playing with your wife?” she murmured, her tone sultry, a playful challenge in her eyes.
Phil’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides, his cock hard as a rock. The conflicting emotions surged stronger, and for a moment, he simply stood there, staring.
But then, something snapped. With a sharp breath, he stripped off his shirt and stepped into the steamy enclosure, his movements tense, his expression unreadable.
The air thickened with a new tension, the sound of rushing water mingling with the heavy silence, broken only by Diana’s shuddering breaths and Hannah’s wicked smile.
Phil’s breath was ragged, the lines between shock, jealousy, and desire blurring as he stepped into the steamy shower. The water cascaded down his back, but he barely noticed, his focus solely on the scene before him—on his flushed, breathless wife, and on Hannah, who met his gaze with an audacious glint in her eyes.
He reached out, his hand firm on Hannah’s chin, tilting her face up to meet his. His voice was low and rough, the mix of frustration and desire evident. He gripped her chin hard, hoping to make a bruise.
“If you’re so eager to please, let’s see what you can really do,” he said, his tone challenging, daring her.
Hannah’s lips curled into a smirk, her eyes flicking from his intense expression to Diana’s wide, shocked gaze. Without missing a beat, she leaned in closer, her movements deliberate, her body humming with the thrill of being caught between them. Hannah opened her mouth wide, her tongue hanging out.
Diana’s breath hitched as she watched, her hands bracing against the slick tile behind her. A soft, incredulous laugh escaped her lips, tinged with both surprise and a hint of admiration. “Oh my god…” she murmured, her voice breathy. “You’re really going to…”
Hannah glanced up at her with a sly smile. “Come on Phil, are you really going to fuck my mouth? I’ve heard you don’t live up to the hype.” She teased, her voice playful and wicked.
Phil’s jaw clenched, his hands tightening ever so slightly. The air between them crackled with tension.
Phil’s presence was overwhelming in the small, steamy shower. Tall and solid, his frame blocked the light, casting a shadow over Hannah as she knelt before him. His chest was broad and still firm despite his age, a faint trail of dark hair leading down his toned abdomen. His fists tightened at his sides, the hard lines of his jaw tightening as he struggled between anger and something darker, more primal.
Hannah’s hands, small and delicate against his larger frame, trailed slowly down that trail of hair, fingertips brushing his skin lightly, teasingly. Her touch was deliberate, designed to both soothe and provoke, and Phil’s breath hitched as her fingers wrapped around him.
Without hesitation, she leaned forward, her lips parting, her mouth taking him in. The heat and the slickness of the water only heightened the sensations, and for a moment, the only sound in the bathroom was the rhythmic sound of water and Phil’s sharp intake of breath.
“Fuck,” Phil murmured.
Diana stood frozen against the wall, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed. Her own body betrayed her—her heart racing, her breath shallow—as she watched her husband’s reactions, as she saw the brazen, bold girl kneeling before him.
A flush of arousal surged through her, mixing with disbelief and curiosity. “Oh… my god,” she whispered, her voice soft, shaky, barely audible above the sound of the water. Her hands pressed lightly against the cool tile, her knees weakening.
Phil’s hand settled on Hannah’s head, his grip tightening just slightly, guiding her as she continued, her movements confident and slow, teasing him with her mouth, her tongue.
Phil’s jaw clenched, his breath catching as he fought to control himself. His voice dropped, rough and dark, laced with a hint of frustration and raw desire. “You’ve got quite the mouth on you, don’t you, Hannah?” he murmured, his gaze burning into hers. “Let’s see if I can fix that.”
Hannah locked her eyes on his, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she continued her teasing movements. She moved faster, her hands steady, her rhythm relentless, her expression a mixture of defiance and playful challenge. She had no gag reflex as she worked her throat around the large cock. Her pussy soaked as she sucked and tasted the precum down her mouth. The heat between them coiled tighter, filling the air with a heavy, breathless anticipation.
Behind her, Diana—still flushed and breathless—slipped closer. Almost without thinking, she knelt behind Hannah, her hands ghosting down the younger woman’s back, tracing the line of her spine, the curve of her waist. Her touch was light, almost reverent, but there was a hint of boldness in the way her fingers pressed slightly firmer, encouraging her to keep going.
“Just like that, baby,” Diana whispered, her voice low and trembling, her lips brushing the shell of Hannah’s ear. “Show him what you can do.”
Steam clung to the walls like sweat, thick and suffocating, but none of them noticed. Not with the heat pulsing between them.
Phil was a storm barely contained, chest rising fast, eyes dark and locked on Hannah like a predator watching prey. His back hit the tile with a sharp slap as his hands braced there, muscles rigid, trying to stay grounded while Hannah moved with bold, unrelenting rhythm—driven by something deeper than desire.
She didn’t look away. Her gaze was locked on his, daring him. Feeding on the way his control cracked in slow, delicious pieces. Her cheeks hallowed out. She moaned as his cock disappeared down her throat.
Behind her, Diana moved closer. No longer soft. No longer unsure. Her hands came down on Hannah’s slick body like she owned it, gripping hips, sliding around to explore every trembling inch, fingers carving a path lower, possessive and hungry.
Diana’s voice was a low growl at Phil’s ear. “She’s so good at this, isn’t she? She had to have wanted to do this tonight all along. Practically seducing me in the kitchen and then she followed me in here. She’s wanted this from the beginning.”
Phil groaned, guttural and hoarse, his hand fisting in Hannah’s hair, the other still braced against the tile as if the earth might give out beneath him. His jaw clenched, the sound of breath and water and skin colliding in the haze around them.
“Suck it good, little whore. Fucking suck my cock good.”
Diana pressed her chest to Hannah’s back, her breath hot against her ear, her nails grazing along Hannah’s thighs as her touch grew bolder. “Look at you,” she murmured. “You like this don’t you? You like being a filthy little girl.”
Hannah answered only with a low, throaty hum, she sucked harder. Moaned as she used her free hand to cup and massage his balls.
Diana’s grip tightened as she guided Hannah with both hands, forcing her faster, rougher. She was in control now, and she knew it. Her voice was wicked, soaked in arousal. “That’s right, suck my husband’s cock like you sucked my clit. You’re so good at this.”
Phil’s head dropped back, a sharp, ragged sound tearing from his throat. His body trembled, caught between fury and surrender, pushed to the edge by the girl at his feet and the woman whispering sin behind her.
The sound of water pounding against tile was drowned out by the ragged breathing, the moans that vibrated in the walls, and the chaotic rhythm of bodies giving in.
Phil was barely holding it together—his body straining, muscles flexing as he watched the two women in front of him. Hannah’s mouth was relentless, eyes locked on his, dark with hunger. Her body trembled with every movement, caught between the force of him and the feverish grip of Diana behind her.
Diana’s hands had found their way between Hannah’s thighs, her fingers precise and merciless. She wasn’t teasing anymore—she was claiming.
Hannah choked on a moan, the sound vibrating around Phil, sending a sharp jolt through him that made his entire body clench.
“Oh, she’s close,” Diana growled at his ear, her voice rough with lust. “She’s shaking.”
Phil let out a hoarse groan, his hand slamming against the tile. “Jesus… you’re gonna make her come with me still in her mouth?”
Diana’s laugh was low and wicked, fingers moving faster now, coaxing moans from deep in Hannah’s chest. “That’s the idea.” Her fingers found Hannah’s clit with force.
Hannah’s body arched, a helpless, guttural cry muffled only by her determination not to stop. Her thighs trembled, her hands digging into Phil’s hips, and her eyes fluttered shut as the pressure inside her exploded.
Diana held her tight, whispering filth and praise at her ear, her fingers never letting up until Hannah was gasping, writhing, her body shaking with release.
And that—that—was what undid Phil.
“Goddamn! I’m going to come! Take it all, slut. Fuck yes!”
The sight of his wife’s hand on Hannah, the sound of Hannah breaking, the heat of her lips and the helpless pleasure rippling through her—it all snapped the last thread of control he had. He let out a raw, broken sound, his hands gripping tile like he might rip it loose, his body locking as the wave took him, eyes squeezed shut in overwhelmed silence.
For a long moment, no one moved. The water poured over them, washing away everything but the heat still pulsing in the air.
And then Hannah looked up slowly, lips flushed, eyes gleaming. Diana leaned in, her breath still fast, still hot against Hannah’s neck.
Phil’s chest heaved. None of them spoke.
“Our room. Five minutes. Diana, bring your new toy.”
