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swayed for a moment. Exhilaration and its companion tremors rocketed through her. She sat up. Rémi came back from the bathroom with a basket full of goodies, including two hefty dildos and straps. Ananda’s eyes widened and she licked her lips.
    “Your turn.” She pointed at Rémi then at the line still left on her stomach.
    Rémi, naked now except for her thick swaying dick, grinned and leaned over Ananda while Dez strapped herself and covered the silicone toy with a condom. Her clit felt hot and ready against the dick. Rémi’s ass in the air, with its black cherry pucker of a sphincter and wet velvet pussy, drew Dez closer. The two women had never touched each other as lovers, not even in the most heated moments, but that didn’t stop either of them from looking.
    Dez knew that Rémi usually liked to start things by watching. She loved it when Dez warmed her up, teasing the lay of the night with her hands and tongue, let the fire build inside until she was begging for something hard and deep and fast. But that wasn’t how it was going to go tonight. Lightning and fire thrummed through Dez’s limbs. She went quickly to the bed, her fat dick already well lubed, and drew the woman up, slammed her breasts against her back and slid inside her. The woman—Ananda, she had to keep reminding herself—gasped, laughed out loud, and reached for Rémi, begging to have all her holes filled.
    They arranged her incredibly limber body, twisted and contorted it until, with Dez at her back and Rémi at her front, they twined into a sweating three-headed beast, thrusting and gasping against one another in the bed. A hot palm hooked at the back of Dez’s neck and she groaned, heart hammering in her chest, sweat coating her breasts and back. Ananda twisted her fingers in Rémi’s hair, opening her mouth wide to receive her deep kiss. Her fingers slid back to squeeze Dez’s ass, the rhythm of her fingers begging for a faster pace. Ananda’s hips bucked and jumped as Rémi slid a gloved finger between them and over her coke-hardened clit, strumming it like a guitar.
    That was her friend’s cue to quicken the pace, and she did, until the two of them were slamming into the woman from both sides, grunting and twisting as the bed bounced, and they were going faster and yelling and fucking until the woman called out somebody’s name and collapsed between them. But they didn’t stop. They held her limp body between them, pushing and thrusting and grinding their pussies against her, against their borrowed dicks. Ananda laughed, gasping a yes as her body sparked again. Rémi’s fingers sank into her friend’s shoulder. Through her clenched eyes, Dez saw a light and chased it, pushing her hips in a savage tempo until she was up on it, then inside it, burning, glowing, then exploding. Her heart galloped in her chest and her body felt hot. She couldn’t tell if it was the coke or the fuck.
    She pulled out first and rolled off the bed to strip off the condom and gloves and throw them in the bathroom trash. When she walked back into the bedroom, Rémi had the girl’s ass in the air and was working it out with her tongue, a long piece of plastic wrap between the girl’s hole and her mouth. Ananda wiggled her ass, making encouraging noises with her mouth, as if Rémi didn’t know what she was doing. She needed something better to do with her mouth. Dez stripped off her dick and tossed it in a nearby chair, then grabbed some plastic.
    Even through the barrier the woman gave fantastic head, she lay between Dez’s splayed legs, eating her pussy with the concentration of a surgeon, holding her open, licking her clit and asshole, and tongue fucking her until Dez’s hips rose off the bed to meet each movement of her tongue. She held the woman’s hair in her fist, slamming her aching wet cunt against her mouth. Ananda didn’t stop when her own orgasm rolled through her. She shouted hoarsely and panted into Dez’s pussy but didn’t slow her