Zaira straddles Chris's face, and his tongue immediately slips inside her. His fingers dig into her thighs as he licks her hungrily, while Isabelle rides him, moaning without restraint.
But Zaira knows full well that this isn't the only thing Chris wants. She leans toward Isabelle, cups her face in her hands, and pulls her sharply toward her, and...
"Z-Zaira... what... what are you doing...?" Isabelle murmurs, her voice muffled by pleasure and by Zaira's tongue.
Isabelle instinctively pulls back, but Zaira holds her face in place, kissing and licking her.
"Quit whining, Isabelle," Zaira murmurs, flushed with excitement. "Tonight Chris. is in charge... aaaah... and he wants to see us enjoy each other while he fucks us. That's the whole point of a threesome!"
"F-First the ass, and now this... I-I've never done anything like this with a woman, give me time to process it!"
