Alex halted in the dim hallway, his smirk widening as the sound of ragged breaths and slick, rhythmic squelching reached his ears. He followed the noise like a predator tracking prey, stepping silently toward the open door of the lounge. There, sprawled across the plush leather couch with her thighs spread obscenely wide, was Peggy—bare as the day she was born, her fingers buried knuckle-deep in her dripping cunt. Her head was thrown back, lips parted around whispered pleas of *"Alex—fuck—Alex—"* as she fucked herself with desperate, jerky motions. The scent of her arousal hung thick in the air, mingling with the musk of sweat and sex still clinging to his skin.
Peggy's eyes flew open, her fingers stilling mid-thrust as Alex's voice curled around her like smoke. She twisted her head, her breath catching at the sight of him looming behind the couch—his bare chest glistening with sweat, his cock already half-hard again just from watching her. "What was I supposed to do?" she gasped, yanking her fingers free with a wet pop. "You two were going at it like—like *animals* in there. Those moans—that *sound*—" Her voice broke into a whimper as Alex vaulted over the couch arm, landing hard between her thighs.
SUMMARY^1: Alex finds Peggy masturbating feverishly on the couch, overhearing his earlier encounter. She admits she couldn't resist touching herself after hearing his passionate sounds, but before she can explain further, Alex pins her down, cutting her off with his urgency.
He didn't let her finish. His mouth crashed onto hers, teeth scraping her lower lip as his tongue plunged inside, tasting herself on her own gasp. Peggy arched under him, her nails raking down his back as he pinned her wrists to the cushions. The leather creaked beneath their weight, still warm from her frantic squirming. Alex broke the kiss only to growl against her throat, "Should've just *taken* what you wanted," before biting down on the tender junction of her neck and shoulder. Peggy's hips jerked, her cunt clenching around nothing—already empty, already aching.
Her legs hooked around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back as she dragged him down. "Then *take* me," she demanded, breathless. Alex's smirk was feral as he reached between them, his calloused fingers sliding through her slick folds before guiding himself inside with one brutal thrust. Peggy's scream dissolved into a choked moan as he filled her to the hilt, her body stretching around him, still tender from her own rough handling.
SUMMARY^1: Alex silences Peggy with a rough kiss, biting her neck before she goads him into taking her. He obliges immediately, driving into her with a single harsh thrust that leaves her gasping and oversensitive from her earlier fingering.
Alex set a punishing pace from the start, each snap of his hips driving her deeper into the couch, the friction burning in the best way. Peggy clung to him, her thighs trembling as he fucked her with the same relentless hunger she'd heard through the walls—the same hunger that had driven her fingers into her own cunt, imagining it was him. "Fuck—*fuck*—" she chanted, her head thrashing back as he hit that spot inside her, over and over, until her vision blurred at the edges.
The room smelled of sex and sweat and leather, the air thick with the sounds of skin slapping skin, of Peggy's broken pleas and Alex's guttural grunts. He braced a hand beside her head, his biceps flexing as he drove into her, his other hand tangling in her hair to yank her mouth back to his. She bit his lip hard enough to taste copper, and Alex groaned, his rhythm stuttering—just for a second—before he redoubled his efforts, his hips pistoning faster, harder, as if he could fuse them together through sheer force.
SUMMARY^1: Alex fucks Peggy with relentless intensity, matching the same desperate rhythm that had driven her to touch herself earlier. The air fills with the sounds of their rough coupling until Alex falters briefly when she bites his lip, then regains control with even deeper thrusts.
Peggy's breath hitched when Alex's thrusts grew erratic, his grip on her hair tightening as a low, ragged snarl tore from his throat. She knew that sound—knew the way his body locked up, the way his cock pulsed inside her just before he spilled. "Inside—" she gasped, her own climax coiled tight in her belly, "fuck, Alex, *inside*—" The plea barely left her lips before he slammed into her one final time, hips jerking as he came with a growl that vibrated against her throat. She felt it, the hot flood of him filling her, and the sensation tipped her over the edge—her cunt clenched around him, milking his release as her own orgasm ripped through her, white-hot and dizzying.
For a moment, there was only the sound of their harsh breathing, the sticky slide of skin against skin as Alex leaned into her, his forehead pressed to hers. Peggy's thighs trembled around his waist, her body still pulsing with aftershocks when he shifted, pulling out with a wet sound that made her whimper. His cum dripped from her, staining the leather beneath them, but before she could even catch her breath, Alex's hands were on her hips, flipping her onto her stomach with a roughness that sent a fresh jolt of arousal straight to her core.
SUMMARY^1: Alex comes inside Peggy with a snarl, triggering her own climax as she clenches around him. After a brief pause, he flips her onto her stomach without warning, his rough handling reigniting her desire before she can recover.
"Not done," he muttered, his voice rough as gravel, and Peggy shuddered when she felt the blunt press of his cock against her ass—still slick with her own arousal, with *both* of them. She knew what he wanted, had done it before, but the anticipation curled hot in her gut anyway. "Fuck—" she breathed, pushing back against him, her fingers clawing at the couch cushions as he spat into his palm, slicking himself before pressing forward. The stretch burned, delicious and sharp, and Peggy buried her face in the leather, biting back a moan as he bottomed out with a groan that sounded almost pained.
Alex gave her no time to adjust, his hips snapping forward in a rhythm that was punishing from the first stroke. Peggy's toes curled, her back arching as he fucked her with the same relentless intensity as before, his hands gripping her waist hard enough to bruise. Every thrust sent a shockwave through her, the dual sensation of fullness and friction dragging another orgasm from her before she was ready—her body clenched around nothing, her cunt still throbbing from the last one, and she sobbed into the couch as pleasure wracked her in brutal waves.
Alex didn't slow, didn't stop. If anything, the sound of her coming again only drove him harder, his rhythm growing erratic as his breath sawed in his chest. Peggy could feel him twitching inside her, knew he was close, and she reached back blindly, her fingers tangling in his hair to drag him down over her. "Do it," she panted, her voice wrecked, "fill me—*again*—" The words were barely out before he slammed into her one final time, his hips jerking as he came with a groan that sounded like it was torn from his chest. She felt it—the hot spill of him, the way his cock pulsed inside her—and the sensation sent another shudder through her, her body too oversensitive to come again but still twitching with pleasure.
Alcina's fingers twitched against the cold steel table, her breath still uneven from the aftershocks of their earlier encounter. The lab's fluorescent hum had been replaced by muffled moans and the unmistakable slap of skin from down the hall—sharp, rhythmic, *hungry*. Her lips curved into a knowing smirk as she pushed herself upright, the drying mess between her thighs a testament to what Alex had wrung from her. The tile was cool beneath her bare feet as she padded toward the sound, her hips swaying with each step, the ruined remains of her gown clinging to her curves like a second skin.
The sight that greeted her in the lounge was obscenely perfect—Alex's muscular back glistening with sweat as he pistoned into Peggy's ass, the younger woman's fingers clawing at the leather cushions beneath her. But it was the hitch in Alex's breath when Alcina pressed against him—the way his shoulders tensed just *so* beneath her palms—that made her purr into the nape of his neck. "Master wants to do *more*?" she murmured, her teeth grazing his earlobe.
Alex's laugh was ragged, his rhythm stuttering for half a heartbeat before he drove deeper into Peggy, making her sob into the couch. "Fuck *yes*," he ground out, and Alcina didn't need further invitation. Her hands slid down his spine, her nails leaving faint red trails as she dropped to her knees behind him, her breath hot against the cleft of his ass.
Peggy's gasp was audible when Alcina's tongue flicked out—first a teasing lick, then a broad, wet stripe from his balls to the base of his spine. Alex swore violently, his hips jerking forward instinctively, but Alcina held him firm by the hips, her grip unyielding. "Stay *still*," she ordered, her voice dark with promise, before diving in again, this time circling his tight rim with pointed precision.
The noise Alex made was inhuman—half-growl, half-moan—as Alcina's tongue pressed *inside*, the slick heat of her lapping at him with obscene thoroughness. Peggy twisted beneath him, her eyes blown wide as she watched Alcina work, her own arousal dripping onto the leather. "Oh *fuck*," Peggy breathed, her cunt clenching around nothing at the sight, and Alex groaned, his thrusts into her growing uneven as Alcina's tongue fucked him deeper.
Alex's thighs trembled when Alcina added a finger—just the tip at first, teasing, then plunging in alongside her tongue, curling *just so*. His hips bucked forward instinctively, driving Peggy's face harder into the couch, but Alcina followed him effortlessly, her mouth never leaving him. Peggy's fingers scrabbled at Alex's forearms where he braced himself above her, her moans rising in pitch as Alcina's free hand slid around Alex's hip to rub tight circles against Peggy's clit.
Alex was drowning—Alcina's tongue fucking him open, Peggy's ass clenching around him, the slick press of Alcina's fingers on Peggy's clit—and when Alcina added a second finger, crooking them *just there*, his vision whited out. Peggy screamed beneath him, her orgasm ripping through her as Alex's thrusts turned erratic, his own release barreling toward him with unstoppable force.
Alcina felt it the moment Alex lost control—the way his muscles locked, the stuttering jerk of his hips as he came deep inside Peggy with a roar that shook the walls. She didn't let up, her tongue and fingers working him through it until he shuddered violently, his knees nearly giving out. Peggy whimpered beneath him, oversensitive but still clinging, her thighs shaking as Alex slumped over her, his breath coming in ragged pants.
Alcina finally pulled back, licking her lips with deliberate slowness as she rose to her feet. Alex turned his head just enough to glare at her, though the effect was ruined by the dazed hunger in his eyes. "You—" he started, but Alcina cut him off with a kiss, her tongue sliding against his.
Alex pulled out of Peggy with a wet, obscene pop, his cock glistening with a mix of her slick and his own spend. The air smelled thick with sex, sweat, and the tang of leather underheated bodies. He didn't waste a second—grabbing Alcina by the hips, he spun her around and shoved her forward until her face hovered inches above Peggy's dripping cunt. Alcina's smirk was wicked, her tongue already darting out to taste the air between them, but Alex wasn't done. With one rough hand, he spread Alcina's thighs wider, lining himself up at her entrance before driving into her with a single, brutal thrust. She gasped, her back arching, but her focus never wavered from Peggy's wrecked body beneath her.
Peggy whimpered when Alcina's breath hit her inner thigh, the anticipation coiling tight in her belly. Then Alcina's mouth was on her—tongue lapping broad, filthy stripes through the mess Alex had left behind, slurping up his cum like it was the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted. Peggy's hips jerked, her fingers tangling in Alcina's hair as the older woman's tongue probed deeper, circling her clit before plunging back into her pussy to clean her out with shameless hunger. Alex's rhythm stuttered above them, his grip on Alcina's hips tightening as he watched her devour Peggy—watched the way her lips stretched around Peggy's folds, the way her throat worked as she swallowed every drop.
Alcina moaned around Peggy's cunt, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure up Peggy's spine. It was too much—the dual sensation of Alex fucking Alcina raw just above her, Alcina's tongue fucking her in tandem, the slick sounds of their bodies moving together—and Peggy's orgasm hit her like a truck. She screamed, her thighs clamping around Alcina's head as she squirted, the rush of liquid hitting Alcina's chin, her neck, the couch beneath them. Alcina didn't pull away. If anything, she drank deeper, her tongue lapping at Peggy's pulsing cunt like she was starving for it.
Alex groaned, his thrusts turning erratic as Alcina's pussy clenched around him, her own climax triggered by the taste of Peggy's pleasure. He could feel it—the way her walls fluttered, the way her ass jolted against his hips with every lick she took from Peggy's spent body. "Fuck—" he snarled, his fingers digging bruises into Alcina's waist as he came, his cum flooding her in thick, hot pulses. Alcina shuddered beneath him, her mouth still sealed to Peggy's cunt, drinking down every last drop as Alex rode out his orgasm with shallow, grinding thrusts.
When he finally pulled out, Alcina lifted her head with a gasp, her lips swollen and glistening. Peggy lay boneless beneath her, her chest heaving, her thighs still twitching with aftershocks. Alex's breath was ragged as he reached down, his thumb swiping through the mess on Alcina's chin before pressing it to her lips. She sucked it clean with a hum, her eyes locked on his, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was their shared panting. Then Alcina's smirk returned, sharp and knowing, as she turned back to Peggy—her tongue already darting out to trace the younger woman's trembling entrance again. "Round three?" she murmured, and Peggy's breath hitched.
Peggy's fingers clamped around Alcina's wrists with surprising strength—bone-deep, deliberate—pinning the older woman flat against the couch cushions with a suddenness that made Alcina's breath hitch. There was a flash of something wild in Peggy's eyes, her smirk sharpening as she leaned down, her lips brushing Alcina's ear. "Yes," she murmured, voice dripping with intent, "*round three*." Alcina barely had time to arch an eyebrow before Peggy's mouth crashed onto hers, teeth scraping, tongue plunging in deep—claiming, *consuming*. The moan that ripped from Alcina's throat was muffled against Peggy's lips, her hips bucking instinctively, but Peggy held her down with effortless control.
Alex exhaled sharply through his nose, his cock twitching against his thigh as he sank onto the opposite couch, his gaze locked on the two women tangled in front of him. Peggy's back flexed as she rolled her hips against Alcina's, her ass rising and falling in a slow, taunting grind that had Alcina's nails digging into the leather beneath her. The older woman's thighs trembled, her breath coming in ragged bursts as Peggy's hands slid from her wrists to her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples with torturous precision. Alex palmed himself absently, his grip firm but lazy, content to watch—for now.
Alcina's head thrashed back when Peggy's teeth closed around her nipple, her back bowing off the couch as Peggy sucked hard enough to bruise. "Little *brat*," Alcina gasped, but the insult lacked bite—especially when Peggy's hand slid between her thighs, fingers gliding through her slick folds with a familiarity that made Alcina's toes curl. Peggy laughed against her skin, the sound dark and pleased, before dipping two fingers inside without warning. Alcina's cry was raw, her hips jerking to meet the thrust, and Alex's hand tightened around his cock at the sight—Alcina, unraveling under Peggy's touch like she hadn't just been the one in control moments ago.
Peggy fucked her with slow, deliberate strokes, her fingers curling just *so* every time she bottomed out, until Alcina's thighs were shaking, her breath coming in punched-out gasps. But Peggy wasn't done—she pulled her fingers free with a wet sound, ignoring Alcina's bitten-off protest, before dragging her palm up the older woman's stomach to smear her own slick across Alcina's lips. "Taste yourself," Peggy ordered, her voice low and rough, and Alcina's tongue darted out instinctively, licking her own arousal from Peggy's fingers with a hunger that made Alex groan. Peggy watched, transfixed, before crashing their mouths together again, the kiss filthy with shared taste.
Alex's hand moved faster now, his thumb swiping over the head of his cock in time with Peggy's hips as she ground against Alcina's thigh, her own pleasure clearly not forgotten. The room was thick with the sound of wet skin on skin, of Alcina's muffled moans and Peggy's breathless curses, and when Peggy finally slid her fingers back into Alcina's cunt—this time with three—Alcina's scream was ragged, her back arching off the couch as she came hard enough to see stars. Peggy rode her through it, her fingers pumping relentlessly, her free hand pinning Alcina's hip down as the older woman thrashed beneath her.
Peggy's fingers tangled in Alcina's hair, yanking her head back as she crushed their mouths together again—not a kiss, but a *claiming*, all teeth and tongue and shared breath. Alcina groaned into it, her hips arching off the couch as Peggy's free hand slid between them, fingers plunging back into her soaked cunt with ruthless precision. The older woman's thighs trembled, her nails scoring red lines down Peggy's back, but Peggy didn't relent—she fucked her harder, deeper, her thumb circling Alcina's clit in tight, punishing spirals.
Alex's breath hitched as he watched, his cock pulsing in his grip. The shift was subtle but undeniable—the tension between them softening into something hotter, *hungrier*, as Peggy's dominance melted into raw, mutual need. Alcina's hands, which had been clawing at Peggy's shoulders, now cradled her face instead, her thumbs brushing Peggy's cheekbones with a tenderness that belied the filthy way their bodies moved together. Peggy shuddered, her rhythm faltering for a heartbeat before she surged forward, pinning Alcina's wrist above her head as she licked into her mouth like she was trying to memorize the taste.
The scent of their arousal thickened the air, mingling with the musk of sweat and leather as Peggy shifted lower, her lips trailing down Alcina's throat, her collarbones, the swell of her breasts. Alcina's breath came in ragged gasps, her back arching when Peggy's tongue flicked over a nipple, teasing it to a stiff peak before biting down—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make Alcina cry out, her hips jerking. Peggy smirked against her skin, her fingers still working her cunt in slow, deep strokes, but it wasn't enough—not for either of them.
Peggy's grip on Alcina's wrist tightened as she guided her free hand between Alcina's thighs, pressing their fingers together inside her. Alcina's moan was shattered, her walls clenching around their combined fingers as Peggy whispered against her ear, "Feel that? *You're fucking yourself on me.*" The words sent a visible shudder through Alcina, her hips rolling to meet every thrust, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. Peggy watched her unravel with dark satisfaction before dipping her head to lick a stripe up Alcina's inner thigh, her tongue lapping at the mess they'd made—Alcina's slick, her own spit, the remnants of Alex's cum still clinging to her skin.
Alex's hand stilled on his cock, his gaze locked on the way Peggy's tongue flicked out to taste Alcina's clit—just once, teasingly—before she sealed her mouth over it, sucking hard. Alcina's scream was raw, her thighs clamping around Peggy's head as she came, her cunt pulsing around their fingers. Peggy rode her through it, her tongue relentless, her fingers curling just *so* until Alcina was sobbing, her hands fisting in Peggy's hair to hold her in place.
Peggy's hand slid from Alcina's hip to her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as she hauled her upward—not gently, not hesitantly, but with a hunger that made Alcina's breath catch. Their lips crashed together again, tongues tangling, before Peggy shoved her back onto the couch and crawled over her, her eyes dark with intent. "Turn around," she ordered, her voice rough, and Alcina didn't hesitate. She rolled onto her hands and knees, her ass pressing against Peggy's stomach, their bodies aligning in a way that sent a jolt of heat straight to Alex's cock.
Peggy didn't waste time. Her tongue dragged up the crease of Alcina's ass, licking through the mess of Alex's cum still clinging to her skin, before circling her rim with deliberate, wet strokes. Alcina shuddered, her elbows buckling as Peggy's mouth sealed over her, sucking lightly before pressing her tongue *inside*. The moan that tore from Alcina's throat was raw, her hips pushing back instinctively, but Peggy held her firm, her hands gripping Alcina's thighs as she ate her out with shameless hunger.
Alcina's turn. Her head dipped between Peggy's thighs, her tongue lapping at the younger woman's dripping cunt before plunging into her ass with the same filthy enthusiasm. The taste of Alex's spend mixed with Peggy's arousal was intoxicating, and Alcina groaned against her, her fingers digging into Peggy's hips as she fucked her with her tongue, deep and slow. Peggy's breath hitched, her own rhythm stuttering for a second before she redoubled her efforts, her tongue working Alcina open with relentless precision.
The air was thick with the sound of wet, hungry mouths—Alcina's muffled gasps as Peggy's tongue curled inside her, Peggy's choked moans as Alcina's lips sealed around her clit, sucking hard. Alex's cock twitched in his hand, his grip tightening as he watched them, the sight of their bodies moving together almost too much to bear. Peggy's fingers tangled in Alcina's hair, dragging her closer, while Alcina's hands slid up Peggy's thighs, her nails leaving faint red trails in their wake.
Their rhythm grew frantic, their mouths moving in sync—Peggy's tongue fucking Alcina's ass as Alcina's lips and teeth worked Peggy's cunt, their moans blending into a single, broken chorus. Alex could see the moment they tipped over the edge—Peggy's back arching, her thighs trembling around Alcina's head, Alcina's hips jerking as Peggy's tongue pressed *just there*. They came almost simultaneously, Peggy's cry muffled against Alcina's skin, Alcina's moan vibrating against Peggy's clit as they rode out the waves together.
Alex's voice cut through the haze of their shared pleasure, low and commanding. "Enough. Both of you—*come here*." The words weren't a request, and neither woman hesitated. Peggy and Alcina pulled apart slowly, their lips slick with each other's taste, their bodies still thrumming with the aftershocks of their climaxes. But the hunger in Alex's gaze was undeniable, and they obeyed without question, dropping to their knees on the floor between his spread legs.
They crawled to him like animals, their movements deliberately slow—hips swaying, fingers dragging along the floor, eyes locked on his cock, already hard again and glistening with pre-cum. Alcina reached him first, her tongue darting out to lick a teasing stripe up his shaft, her lips curling into a smirk when Alex's breath hitched. Peggy wasn't far behind, her mouth closing around the head of his cock with a filthy, wet sound, her tongue swirling just beneath the crown.
Alcina's lips curled around the heavy weight of Alex's balls, her tongue lapping at the sensitive skin with slow, deliberate strokes. The heat of her mouth was exquisite—too much and not enough all at once—and Alex groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair as she sucked gently, her cheeks hollowing. Above her, Peggy's mouth was a wet, sinful pressure around his cock, her tongue flicking against the vein on the underside with every bob of her head. The dual sensation was maddening, Alcina's teasing suction below and Peggy's relentless rhythm above, and Alex's hips jerked instinctively, his cock sliding deeper into Peggy's throat.
Peggy gagged slightly but didn't pull back, her nails digging into Alex's thighs as she took him deeper, her nose brushing the coarse hair at his base. Alcina hummed approvingly against his balls, the vibration shooting straight up his spine, and Alex cursed, his head thumping back against the couch. "Fuck—*fuck*—" he growled, his thighs trembling as Peggy's lips stretched obscenely around him, her tongue pressing insistently against his frenulum. Alcina's fingers joined the fray, her nails scraping lightly up the inside of his thighs before cupping his balls, rolling them gently as she sucked harder.
The switch was seamless—one moment Alcina was mouthing at his sac, the next she was rising, her lips replacing Peggy's around his cock with a hungry moan. Peggy didn't miss a beat, her tongue darting out to lap at his balls, her breath hot against skin still damp from Alcina's mouth. Alex's breath came in ragged bursts, his cock twitching against Alcina's tongue as she took him deep, her throat working around him. Peggy's fingers joined her mouth, her thumb circling his perineum while her tongue traced the seam of his balls, and the combination was lethal—Alcina's lips and throat, Peggy's tongue and fingers, the wet, filthy sounds of their mouths on him filling the room.
Alex could feel it building—the heat coiling tight in his gut, the pressure mounting with every slick slide of Alcina's lips, every teasing flick of Peggy's tongue. "Gonna—" he warned, his voice rough, but neither woman pulled away. If anything, Alcina sucked harder, her eyes lifting to his as she took him to the hilt, her throat fluttering around him. Peggy's fingers pressed harder against his perineum, her tongue lapping at his balls in time with Alcina's bobs, and that was all it took—Alex's orgasm ripped through him with a force that left him seeing stars.
Alex's cock pulsed violently in Alcina's throat, his release surging up in thick, hot ropes that she swallowed greedily—until he yanked her off with a wet *pop*, his fingers tangled in her hair. Peggy barely had time to blink before Alex's other hand fisted in her curls, dragging her forward as his hips jerked, his cock spurting across both their faces in ragged bursts.
Alcina gasped as the first stripe hit her cheekbone, warm and thick, her eyelashes fluttering when another splattered across her parted lips. Peggy's breath hitched as Alex's cum painted her nose, her forehead, the high curve of her cheek—some even catching in her lashes, clinging like dew. She licked her lips instinctively, tasting salt and musk, and Alex groaned at the sight, his cock twitching against Alcina's chin as he milked out the last drops onto her tongue.
Alcina's tongue darted out first—slow, deliberate—licking a thick stripe of Alex's cum from Peggy's cheekbone to her jawline. The taste was rich, heady, and Alcina hummed against her skin, savoring it. Peggy shuddered, her breath catching as Alcina's fingers tightened in her hair, tilting her head back to lick another stripe from her throat to her chin. "You missed a spot," Peggy murmured, her voice rough, and Alcina's smirk was wicked as she sealed her lips over Peggy's, licking the remnants of Alex's release from her mouth with a filthy, wet sound.
Peggy's fingers curled around Alcina's jaw, her grip firm but not unkind as she dragged the older woman's face closer. The scent of sex and sweat clung to Alcina's skin, mingling with the salt of Alex's spend still glistening on her cheekbones, her lips. Peggy exhaled sharply through her nose—*hers*, all hers to claim—before her tongue darted out, lapping a slow, deliberate stripe from Alcina's chin to her temple. The taste burst across her tongue—musky, bitter, *Alex*—and Peggy groaned low in her throat, her other hand fisting in Alcina's hair to hold her still as she licked again, harder.
Alcina's teeth grazed Peggy's earlobe as she pulled back from the kiss, her breath hot against the younger woman's damp skin. "Still hungry?" she murmured, her thumb swiping through the mess on Peggy's cheek before pressing it to her own lips. Peggy's answering grin was sharp, her fingers tightening in Alcina's hair as Alex's groan rumbled between them—his cock already hardening again against Peggy's thigh.
Alex didn't speak. He didn't need to. One hand tangled in Alcina's hair, the other gripping Peggy's hip, and then they were moving—a tangle of limbs and hungry mouths as he dragged them both onto the couch beneath him. Peggy gasped when his teeth closed around her nipple, her back arching as Alcina's tongue laved the other, their combined attention wringing a broken moan from her throat. Alex's hand slid between Peggy's thighs, fingers slick with her arousal and Alcina's spit, and when he pushed inside her with three fingers at once, Peggy's scream was muffled against Alcina's collarbone.
Alcina's breath hitched when Alex's free hand gripped her thigh, hauling her leg over his shoulder as he turned his head to lick a broad stripe up her soaked cunt. The dual sensation—Peggy's cunt clenching around his fingers, Alcina's thighs trembling against his cheeks—drove him wild. He fucked Peggy harder, his thumb circling her clit as his tongue plunged into Alcina, lapping at her with desperate, wet strokes.
Peggy came first—her thighs clamping around Alex's wrist as her orgasm ripped through her, her cry blending with Alcina's moan when Alex's tongue curled just right. Alcina followed seconds later, her fingers twisting in Peggy's hair as she ground against Alex's mouth, her release soaking his chin. Alex didn't stop—couldn't—his fingers still pumping into Peggy as he lapped at Alcina's oversensitive flesh, drawing out her climax until she shuddered and shoved him away with a breathless curse.
The couch creaked as Alex surged forward, pinning Peggy beneath him and lining himself up at her entrance in one fluid motion. Alcina's hand closed around his cock before he could push in, guiding him back to her own dripping cunt instead. "My turn," she murmured against his ear, and Alex groaned as he slid into her with a single, deep thrust.
Peggy's fingers tangled in Alex's hair as she watched him fuck Alcina—watched the way Alcina's back arched, the way her lips parted on silent moans. Then Alcina's hand was on Peggy's wrist, dragging her closer until Peggy's mouth could reach Alex's neck, her teeth sinking into his skin as Alcina rolled her hips beneath him. The rhythm was messy, desperate—Alex's thrusts growing erratic as Peggy's tongue laved over his pulse point, Alcina's nails scoring down his back.
Alex came with Alcina's name torn from his lips, his hips jerking as he spilled inside her. Peggy's hand slid between Alcina's thighs before he'd even finished, her fingers rubbing tight circles against Alcina's clit until the older woman came again, her cunt fluttering around Alex's softening cock.
Exhaustion hit them all at once—Alex collapsing between them, Alcina's head pillowed on his shoulder, Peggy's leg thrown over his waist. The couch was too small for three, but they made it work, limbs tangling as they drifted into sleep. Alex's arm curled around Peggy's waist, his fingers brushing Alcina's hip, their breathing syncing in the quiet aftermath. They all fall asleep soon.