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Sybil laughs. “She meant for a video call.” Her hand glides down Lacy’s back, cupping her pert little ass. “It’s kinda our thing.”

“Kora likes watching.” Lacy kisses the inside of my thigh, then my hip bone again. “So does Sybil.”

“I’m hoping she finds someone to fuck at this meeting.” Sybil laughs and tosses her hair. “I love when she tells me all about it.”

“Video’s even better.” Lacy pauses to trail her tongue through my folds. She teases me open, painting soft little strokes with the tip of her tongue. I draw a sharp breath as she sucks on my clit.

“Fuck, Lacy.” I clutch at her shoulders, hurtling back to the brink. “Jesus, you’re good.”

She chuckles and releases my clit. “Let’s play with just us for a while. Kora understands, right?”

“Of course.” Sybil smiles. “We both know our boundaries, and all this is fine.”

Lacy goes back to licking me, her delicate tongue fluttering over my clit. I’m getting the sense she knows just how close she’s gotten me. Just the slightest lick will send me tumbling over the edge.

“So sweet,” Lacy breathes between my thighs. “Kora and Sybil together?” She laughs as she swirls her talented tongue, dipping it back down inside me. “Not as sweet as your pussy, of course.”

“Oh, God.” I clutch at her shoulder and cry out. “Please don’t stop.”

“Mmm,” Sybil groans as I suckle her breast. I sip at her nipples, wild with the feel of her flesh on my tongue. My brain bobs and weaves, darting between,we’re really doing this?andholy shit, this feels insane.

Lacy slides a finger inside me and I lose all sense of who’s touching whom. There’s moaning and gasping as I inch past the point of no return. “Please,” I beg. I squeeze Sybil’s breasts, mindless from the flutter of Lacy’s soft tongue. “Oh, God.”

“Make her come, Lace.” Sybil’s voice comes to me from above this sweet hollow between her breasts. “I want to watch her explode.”

Bright lights burst behind my eyelids. My senses short circuit and I gasp. All this soft, fragrant flesh—all the sweet little moans—they jumble together to tip me over the edge. A pulse of sensation shoots up my spine and I scream.

“Right there.” I let out a shriek and arch into Lacy. “Oh, fuck!”

She plunges her fingers in deeper. Curling a digit, she grazes a spot that makes me go off like a rocket. I’m bucking and thrashing and clutching her shoulder. I scream my release into the valley of Sybil’s soft breasts.

Slowly, I come down to Earth. I’m riding Lacy’s hand and the last shockwaves of orgasm. My eyes flutter open and I smile. “Holy fuck.”

Lacy laughs and sits up between my spread thighs. “That was fun.”

“You’re really skilled.” I sound breathless and dazed as Sybil leans in and kisses me softly.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” She tucks a wild mess of hair behind my ear. “You know what would be fun?”

My system’s still processing this round of fun. “What?”

She glances at Lacy. “Assuming we want to keep going?—”

“Hell yes.” A grinning Lacy wipes her mouth with the back of a hand. “How about you, Camille?”

“Yes, please.” God help me, I’m nowhere near done with these two beautiful women.

Laughing, Sybil leans in to claim Lacy’s mouth. “Mmm, you taste good.” She kisses her sweetly, then turns back to me. “Where was I?”

God, they’re gorgeous together. I struggle to sit up, my abdominal muscles aching pleasantly. “Assuming we want to keep going—” I prompt.

“Right, yes.” Sybil sits back on her heels. “And assuming my intuition is correct that there’s a reason Ashton Holyfield looked extraordinarily satisfied when I walked Kora to the marina this morning?—”

“And appeared to have a love bite on his neck,” Lacy adds helpfully.

“And got this big, dopey grin while discussing our stowaway guest.”

“Fuck.” I wondered how they guessed. “Was anyone else there?”

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