Amy's room swam in a pink haze, soft light spilling everywhere. Rocking a silky nightgown, she lounged against the headboard, creamy thighs splayed—the gown slid off, baring those legs and a new sheer lace thong. Dim glow teased a peek at hidden goods. Solo, eyes half-closed, she gripped a vibe, working it slow between her legs—lost in a steamy, blissful fog.
Her brain was stuck on Anirudh's bulge, dreaming up the beast inside. Before long, she was dripping, low moans slipping free—a wild, new high dragging her deep.
Chasing that buzz harder, Amy, still in a daze, ditched the vibe for a sec, slender fingers tugging down her soaked thong. Wet stains glared back—her cheeks torched red.
Amy, when'd you get so nasty? Part of her screamed to stop, but that damn itch had her snatching the vibe again. Its hum hit her sweet spot—she edged it toward her core—then, bam, a loud moan from upstairs snapped her out.
Only Aurora was up there. She doing this too? The thought dulled her shame. Aurora always said grown folks got needs—women don't need guys to scratch that itch. Fired up, Amy went to slide the toy in—but another noise hit: Aurora's voice, muffled, like her mouth was full.
Weird—what's making her sound like that?
Curiosity yanked her off the bed. No time for panties—just the nightgown—she ghosted to the door. Cracking it open, she froze—Anirudh's room door was ajar, not even locked. A crazy idea smashed her brain.
She darted to his room—empty. He's upstairs with Aurora?
No freaking way—she wouldn't. She swore she'd hook me up with him—how's she pulling this?
Mind reeling, Amy crept barefoot up to the third floor, hitting Aurora's door. Low moans leaked out, laced with wet slurps—like sucking down a popsicle.
She's really going at it with him?
Floored, Amy clutched the knob, gut twisting, and nudged the door open. The sight blew her denial to bits—cold, hard truth staring back.
Aurora, naked as fresh snow, arched over Anirudh, her killer rack brushing his abs, head buried, working his junk like a pro. Anirudh was all up in her business below. That 69 pose? Amy's jaw dropped—she never pegged Aurora for this with him. They were so locked in, her sneaking in didn't even ping their radar.
Fury lit Amy up, but her soft side kept her from storming in. Choking down the rage, she spun to bolt—but froze mid-step. Their bare bodies burned into her skull, a freaky heat flaring again, like some devil whispering stay. Against all sense, she slunk back, peeking through the slit.
Aurora's tongue gliding over that massive rod dried Amy's mouth—she licked her lips on autopilot. Her gut blazed hotter than ever, a wild-ass urge to dive in and taste it sparking up.
Her thighs clamped, like molten heat was leaking—that electric buzz scrambled her head. What the hell's wrong with me?
Hooked on their tangled grind, one hand slid to her chest, squeezing hard, while the other drifted down her thigh to her sweet spot, stroking that soft pink. Wetter by the second, she itched to scream—barely held it in, eyes glued to them.
Aurora had no clue her moan woke Amy—or that she was lurking outside. Anirudh's touch sent sparks ripping through her, that aching itch begging to burst. Her lips hugged him tighter, thighs twitching to snap shut, but his hands pinned 'em wide—her core pulsed, world fading away.
"Anirudh, I'm dying—gimme it, please…" Aurora squirmed her hips, voice desperate in a quick gap.
He didn't bite—tongue diving deeper as she bucked. Her body seized, a creamy jet blasting out, a raw moan tearing loose…
She arched back, full rack quivering, face glowing pure bliss.
Maybe some weird vibe linked 'em, but Amy caught a rush too—moaning before she could stop.
Their cries hit like stereo—Anirudh was too deep in to notice, but Aurora, head up, clocked it clear and whipped her stare to the door…