The city beyond the rooftop was a forgotten blur. Up here, time had dissolved into nothing but hungry hands, wet heat, and bodies tangled in the glare of fairy lights and spilled booze. The air stank of sex and sweat and too many desperate Christmas wishes all coming true at once.
Harin lay draped across the sofa, legs spread shameless, one hand holding herself open, two fingers dragging slick through her folds. Her eyes glinted, half-daring, half-drunk, mouth split in a crooked grin. "Dibs. Oldest goes first. That's the law tonight." She punctuated it by circling her clit with her thumb, voice low and throaty. "You brats can fight for what's left after I break him in."
Mirae scoffed, rolling her eyes, but her pout was pure theater. "Please. You'll be done in two minutes and limp for the rest of the night." She crawled up next to Harin, fingers teasing the inside of Harin's thigh, nails sharp enough to leave marks. "I'll just take the fastest round. You can have the leftovers."
