Virtual Rock Star

Elle’s homework was total shit. Skylar and Catie figured they could save the night and pull her away from the books, and Elle ditched that boredom fast. Her place looked like a rock star crashed through the wall—open loft, that crazy see-through magenta divider, the whole works. In seconds they grabbed the gear: Catie at the mic, Skylar behind the kit, Elle shredding guitar, all of them pretending to play for a crowd of thousands right in the living room. When the show ended they were beat and sweaty, three hot girls piled together. Catie wasn’t ready to call it quits, so she pitched fooling around. Elle’s house, two gorgeous lesbians—what did she expect? They yanked her tits out, tongues tracing soft skin, and her little moans made it clear she was in. Shorts hit the floor; the two of them spread Elle’s legs and stared at her smooth, shaved pussy. Then the train started—each licking the next, tongues sliding over clit and folds, the room getting hotter with every moan. Skylar sucked Elle’s small natural tits deep into her mouth. Catie climbed on Skylar’s tongue, hips rocking, coming fast. Skylar took her turn, grinding on Catie until her eyes rolled back. Catie fingered her deep, making her gasp, then Elle got her first taste of pussy, licking Skylar until Skylar came hard with both of them pushing her over the edge. They collapsed laughing, naked and satisfied.