Priya leaned in, capturing one of Anita's nipples between her lips. She sucked gently, swirling her tongue around the sensitive peak while kneading Anita's other breast with her hand. Anita groaned, threading her fingers through Priya's hair and pressing her closer. "Fuck, that feels good," Anita murmured, her hips thrusting forward involuntarily.
Joy watched as Priya and Anita became more entwined, their bodies moving in sync with each other. He turned his attention back to Meera, her eyes glazed over with lust as she rode his hand. "You like that?" he whispered, his voice husky with desire. Meera nodded wordlessly, her breath coming in quick gasps. Joy leaned in, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss.
The air was thick with the scent of desire, a heady perfume that intoxicated the senses and blurred the boundaries between reality and fantasy. Meera's breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as Joy's fingers danced over her most delicate places. His touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her veins like wildfire.
Priya's tongue flicked out, tasting the salty sweetness of Anita's nipple. She sucked harder, earning a throaty moan from the older woman. Anita's hands tightened in Priya's hair, holding her captive as she devoured her breasts. Priya's hands roamed lower, hooking into the waistband of Anita's skirt and pushing it down over her hips. It pooled at her feet, leaving Anita naked except for her lace panties.
Anita stepped out of her skirt, kicking it aside with a impatient foot. Her panties were soaked through, clinging to her mound like a second skin. Priya's hand snaked between Anita's legs, rubbing the damp fabric against her swollen clit. Anita cried out, bucking her hips forward, demanding more pressure. Meera's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto Joy's.
Priya's hand dipped lower, tracing the outline of Anita's dripping pussy through the thin fabric of her panties. The younger woman's fingers moved expertly, teasing and tormenting as she explored every fold and curve. Anita groaned, her hips rolling in rhythm with Priya's movements, desperate for more contact. Joy's lips crashed down on Meera's, swallowing her cries as his fingers plunged deeper inside her.
Joy's lips crushed against Meera's, his tongue probing eagerly as his fingers drove her closer to the edge. Meera moaned into his mouth, her body writhing beneath him. Her nails dug into his shoulders, clutching at him desperately as she lost control. The world spun wildly around her, sensations crashing over her in relentless waves.
Joy could feel Meera's heart pounding against his chest, her breath hot and ragged against his neck. He withdrew his fingers from her dripping cunt, bringing them to his lips and sucking her juices clean. Meera whimpered at the loss, her hips jerking forward instinctively, seeking more friction.
Priya, emboldened by the taste of Anita's skin and the scent of her arousal, hooked her fingers into the waistband of Anita's panties. With a swift tug, she pulled them down, exposing Anita's glistening pussy to the cool air of the room. Anita shuddered, her breath catching in her throat as Priya's fingers traced lazy circles around her clit. The touch was light, almost teasing, driving Anita wild with need.
Joy's mouth watered at the sight of Meera, her eyes glazed with lust, her body quivering with need. He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling gently at the sensitive spot where it met her shoulder. Meera shivered, her nipples hardening into taut peaks that strained against the fabric of her blouse. Joy reached up, cupping one breast in his large hand, kneading gently as his thumb brushed over her nipple.
Joy's hands trembled slightly as he undid the buttons of Meera's blouse, revealing more of her creamy skin inch by tantalizing inch. He pushed the garment aside, baring her breasts encased in a simple white cotton bra. But there was nothing simple about the effect it had on him; his cock throbbed painfully against his zipper, aching to be set free.
Joy quickly shed his shirt, wanting to feel Meera's skin against his. He peeled away her bra, freeing her perfect breasts. They were round and firm, topped with dusky pink nipples that puckered in the cool air. He lowered his head, capturing one taut bud between his lips. Meera gasped, arching her back to press closer. Joy suckled gently, swirling his tongue around her nipple before grazing it lightly with his teeth.
Priya wasted no time in following suit, stripping off her clothes to join the growing pile on the floor. Her body was lean and toned, her breasts smaller than Anita's but still pert and enticing. She pressed herself against Anita, feeling the older woman's heat radiating off her skin. Their mouths met in a searing kiss, tongues battling for dominance as they devoured each other.
Meanwhile, Joy had deftly unbuttoned Meera's skirt, letting it fall to the ground. She stepped out of it, standing before him in only her lacy panties. He could see the damp spot on the fabric, evidence of her arousal. Joy hooked his fingers into the waistband, slowly pulling them down her long legs. Meera lifted each foot in turn, allowing him to remove her underwear completely.
Joy's hands trembled slightly as he undid the buttons of Meera's blouse, revealing more of her creamy skin inch by tantalizing inch. He pushed the garment aside, baring her breasts encased in a simple white cotton bra. But there was nothing simple about the effect it had on him; his cock throbbed painfully against his zipper, aching to be set free. Joy quickly shed his shirt, wanting to feel Meera's skin against his.
Joy stood, stepping out of his pants and boxers in one fluid motion. His cock sprang free, rock-hard and ready. Meera's eyes widened as she took in the sight of him, fully nude and gloriously erect. She licked her lips, reaching out to wrap her fingers around his shaft. He groaned at her touch, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "I want you inside me," Meera whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Priya and Anita were a tangled mess of limbs, their bodies slick with sweat as they explored each other's forms. Priya's fingers dipped lower, tracing the outer lips of Anita's pussy. She found the older woman wet and ready, her folds slippery and inviting. With a wicked grin, Priya slid two fingers deep inside Anita, who let out a low moan of approval. "Fuck yes," Anita hissed, grinding against Priya's hand.
Joy guided Meera to the bed, his hands roaming over her body as they moved. He lay her down gently, covering her body with his own. Their mouths met in a fiery kiss, tongues dancing together as their passion ignited. Meera wrapped her legs around Joy's waist, urging him closer. He settled between her thighs, his cock nestled against her wet slit. With one smooth thrust, he buried himself deep inside her.
Joy began to move within Meera, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm as he stroked her inner walls. Meera's nails dug into his back, scoring red lines across his skin as she urged him deeper. "Harder," she panted, her breath hot against his ear. "Fuck me harder." Joy complied, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more urgent. The bed shook beneath them, the frame creaking in protest as they moved together.
Joy's body moved with a primal rhythm, his hips pistoning against Meera's as he drove into her with increasing fervor. Sweat dripped from his brow, mingling with hers as they kissed deeply, their breaths intermingling. Meera's breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, her nipples hard and sensitive. He reached down, cupping one soft globe in his hand, squeezing gently as he continued to pound into her.
Priya's fingers curled inside Anita, pumping furiously as her thumb circled the older woman's clit. Anita bucked wildly, her hips lifting off the bed to meet Priya's touch. Their bodies slapped together, flesh against flesh, creating a symphony of desire that filled the room. Anita's moans grew louder, her breath coming in short gasps as she neared the edge of ecstasy.
Anita's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her as she screamed out her release. Her entire body convulsed, her muscles clenching tightly around Priya's fingers. Priya didn't let up, continuing to stroke her through the aftermath of her climax until Anita finally collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily. "Oh my god," Anita breathed, her chest heaving. "That was incredible."
Priya grinned mischievously, her eyes sparkling with lust as she looked down at Anita's sated form. "My turn," she purred, climbing atop the older woman. She straddled Anita's hips, her knees digging into the mattress on either side of her. Priya leaned forward, pressing her lips to Anita's in a hungry kiss. Their tongues darted out, tasting and exploring each other's mouths.
Anita's hands roamed over Priya's body, tracing the contours of her muscles and the curves of her breasts. She squeezed gently, eliciting a moan from Priya as she continued to kiss her deeply. Anita rolled them over so that Priya was lying on top of her, then wrapped her legs around Priya's waist. She felt Priya's hard cock pressing against her thigh, hot and insistent.
Priya rocked her hips against Anita, their bodies sliding together as they shared a passionate kiss. Anita could feel the heat radiating from Priya's skin, the younger woman's body burning with desire. She reached down, wrapping her fingers around Priya's hard cock, stroking it slowly as they continued to grind against each other.
As Anita lay sprawled beneath Priya, the younger woman's body radiated intense heat. Anita could feel the warmth emanating from Priya's skin, as if she were a furnace stoked to incandescent levels. The sensation was both exhilarating and overwhelming, making Anita's heart race with anticipation. Priya moaned into Anita's mouth, her hips bucking against Anita's hand. "More," she demanded, breaking their kiss.