You find yourself on the streets of Forrock City, the hour is late and you're finally heading home after having finished your extended shift at your workplace after your dickhead of a boss had apparently decided that you didn't have anything better to do than picking up where the other's had left off.

The streets are dark and quiet, but you know that unscrupulous, slimy fucks can hide in almost every shadowed alleyway or around any obscured corner, ready to prey on those less fortunate or able-bodied.

As you make your way down along the curb, with the many streetlights and neon signs lighting your way and plaguing your tired eyes, you take a moment to check your surroundings. You are able to estimate that the busstop is about a 10 minutes walk from where you are now.

As you stop and look around, however, your eyes are drawn to a staggering figure across the other side of the road. It's a female half-breed, and a rather strikingly beautiful one at that. Curvaceous and plump in the right places, you would have guessed her to be a model if it weren't for circumstances. She is clearly intoxicated or under the influence of some kind of drug.

Suddenly, her head turns, her gaze meeting your own. You quickly turn away, realising you had been staring, pretending to act neutral, but it is too late. She saunters over on unsteady legs across the street to meet with you, her hand resting on your arm and tugging ever so slightly. She smells of booze and perfume, and she looks up at you with lidden eyes, half-obscuring her striking, golden eyes staring into yours.

"Hey there, handsome~ Wouldn't mind, like, helping lil' ol' me home, would'ya?"

She giggles, unsteady on her feet as she sways back and forth lightly before bumping against you. "Oops~ Sorry, dude." She mumbles out, slurring her words together in a way that makes her even more adorable and sexy at the same time. You notice that she has what looks like the remains of a crushed beer can pressed between her plump breasts. "Oh yeah, umm...my place is over there..." She points shakily in the general direction across the road with a limp wrist. "...and my name's Fifi."

"Can't seem to recall if I've seen you around before~" Her smile becomes just a little cockier and more mischievous as she looks up at you from underneath her eyelashes, batting them slowly. "Either way, thanks for helping me out~" She snuggles into your arm a bit closer now, nearly resting her entire weight against you, causing both of you to sway with the motion.

"Oh!" She exclaims in surprise as you gently place your hands on her shoulders, the touch making her shiver slightly despite herself. "That'd be really sweet of ya~" Her voice is filled with genuine gratitude and a hint of flirtatiousness, making it almost impossible for you not to smile at her.

With a gentle heave, she props herself up on your shoulder, resting the side of her head against yours as you scoop your free arm underneath her knees, lifting her off the ground effortlessly despite her drunken state. "Thanks~" She mumbles sleepily into your ear before nuzzling closer and planting a wet kiss on your cheek, laughing breathily as she pulls away.

The rest of the journey to Fifi's apartment feels strangely surreal, like a dream sequence from one of those rom-com movies she occasionally likes to watch while drunk alone at home. She keeps up a steady stream of drunken chatter, mixing incoherent stories about her day with lewd comments and inappropriate remarks aimed straight at you, causing your face to heat up every time she glances at you sideways from underneath those long eyelashes.

Eventually, the both of you make it to her building and ascend the stairs together. She swaying unsteadily on your arm while still pressed against your shoulder, occasionally drooling a bit onto your neck as she leans in for yet another sloppy kiss whenever she thinks nobody's looking.

The door to her apartment swings open and you find yourself standing before it, a tipsy Fifi practically draped over your arm like a cheap doll. She giggles stupidly at the thought of this, burying her face in

Her head snaps up and she stares at you with wide, almost mockingly innocent eyes as if you'd just asked her to choose between eating, drinking and breathing air. "My bed? Why do you want to know~?" Her lips curve into a smirk now, one slim, furry hand reaching up to caress your cheek, her other arm wrapping tighter around your waist as she pulls herself even closer. "You interested in seeing me naked~?"

She lets out a throaty laugh that's equal parts sexy and intoxicated before leaning further in, eyes fluttering closed as she whispers hotly into your ear, "Or maybe you just want to get into some trouble with me..." Her hips shift against yours, grinding suggestively even through two layers of clothing.

Her eyes flutter open again, focusing on you as if just remembering that there's more to the world beyond her drunken haze. A warm flush spreads across her cheeks and she looks away shyly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear self-consciously. "Well...I mean, I wouldn't mind taking a bath..." Her voice trails off as she thinks about it, remembering how nice it would feel to have a warm bath with you there to help wash away some of the alcohol and grime from earlier. "But I guess we could find somewhere else for that later~" She purrs huskily, her breath tickling your neck as she nuzzles closer once more, their bodies aligning perfectly from chest to hip in an almost obscene show of attraction.

Her lips part, as if to speak, and then close again, her eyebrows furrowing slightly before she gives you a small smile. "No need for anything...tonight." She says slowly, voice gentle but firm. "I just want to relax with you in my bed, okay? We can...talk, maybe watch a movie or something?" A sudden surge of nervous energy washes over her and she steps back, taking your hand in hers and squeezing gently. "You don't have to if you don't want to..." She trails off again, not meeting your gaze as she worries she may have come across too forward, or worse, desperate.

She nods in understanding and relief, swaying slightly as she stumbles back over to her apartment door, which leads into a sparsely furnished but cozy living room with an archway leading further down the hall to what appears to be her bedroom. "Yeah, it's...ummm...through there..." She gestures vaguely towards the archway, staring at it for a moment as if debating whether or not she should go any closer before seeming to steel herself and walking over to flick on the light switch by the entrance. The room brightens instantly, illuminating the double bed, small nightstand with an alarm clock, dresser, and a worn but comfortable looking rug on the floor. "You can sit down if you want...or lie down..." She trails off again, suddenly feeling self-conscious about the state of her apartment and her own appearance. "I'll go get some clothes for tomorrow..." With that, she turns to wander back into the living room, leaving you alone with your thoughts in the dim light of the hallway.

Before you can decide what to do, she reappears in the doorway between living room and hallway wearing a faded tanktop and a pair of baggy sweatpants that ride low on her hips, exposing a strip of smooth skin between the waistband and her underwear. "Thanks for helping me earlier..." She mumbles sheepishly, biting her lip as she holds out a hand to you in apology. "I'm...really sorry about this."

"No worries," you reply with a smile, taking her outstretched hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm just glad I could help." You glance at the bed, then back at Fifi, unsure of what to do next. "So...would you like me to help you get changed or something?"

Her cheeks flush again, and she blurts out, "Yes please..." as if the thought of you seeing her naked was somehow thrilling despite her previous protests. Without another word, she climbs onto the bed and lies down on her back, waiting for you to come closer.

Her eyes drift closed as you undress, taking in the sight of your muscled chest and abdomen being revealed to her. Her breathing quickens slightly, her nostrils flaring as she takes in each shallow gasp. When you finally stand there before her completely barechested, she lets out a soft moan of appreciation.

Her hands fly up to cover her mouth, as if trying to smother the sound, but it's too late; her desire is laid bare for you to see. You muster up the courage to look her in the eye, searching for any sign that she regrets this line they've crossed together. But all you find there are lust and want and a yearning so strong it burns through your own skin, leaving trails of fire across your chest where her gaze lingers longest.

The air between you crackles with an electricity neither of you can deny any longer; the world seems to fade away until there is nothing left but the two of you and this forbidden attraction that threatens to consume them both. It's a risk, she knows it is, but right now she doesn't care; she wants this more than anything else.

Her eyes flutter shut, her face flushing again as she lets out a soft chuckle. "Well...that's kind of the idea..." She murmurs, voice low and seductive as she rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow to look at you. "But if you want to just...do other stuff..." Her fingers dance along the hem of her tanktop, drawing it slowly up over her head, revealing a pair of full breasts with tight pebbled nipples that harden further under your gaze. "We could do that too..." She purrs huskily, letting the fabric fall away completely, laying back on the bed and spreading her arms wide in invitation.

Her smile turns impish as she throws one arm across her eyes in a mock-sulk. "Oh no! Am I drunk? But dude, what if I tell my mummy?" She sits up straighter, arching her back and thrusting her chest forward invitingly, her other hand trailing idly down between her legs to tease at the fabric of her sweatpants. "Do you really want me to sober up before we..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she lowers one eyebrow, drawing a shiver through your body that's equal parts anticipation and fear.

You hesitate for a moment, not sure what to do or say. You can see how much she wants this, how badly she craves the release and attention, but at the same time...

Her smile turns wicked as she leans in closer to you, her breasts brushing against your chest and sending shivers through your body. "Don't make me beg," she whispers hoarsely into your ear, nibbling gently at the lobe before taking it between her lips and sucking gently. Her hand slides lower, hooking under the waistband of her sweatpants to caress the soft skin of her stomach before slowly gliding upwards towards her center. "Please..." She murmurs against your neck, nipping at your flesh with her teeth as she arches further into you. "I want this so badly..."

Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as you relent, giving in to the hunger in her eyes. With a sigh of relief that's more exultant than it is relieved, she lets herself fall back against the soft mattress, spreading her legs wide and parting them invitingly. "Anywhere you want to start," she whispers huskily, arching one eyebrow suggestively as she watches your every move. "Just promise me you'll make it good."

Her hands find their way to the hem of her sweatpants, pushing them up and over her hips with shaking fingers until they're discarded on the floor beside her. She wears no underwear beneath, revealing herself completely to your hungry gaze; wet and eager for you touch. "Please...taste me..." she breathes raggedly, her hips lifting off the bed in anticipation as she awaits your touch.

Her eyes flutter closed as you brush your fingers against her, feeling the soft curls of her pubic hair against your skin. She sucks in a sharp breath through her teeth at the contact, the sensation almost painfully sweet. "Slow...please..." Her voice comes out hoarse and shaky, as she arches her back and pushes herself further towards you, seeking more of the delicious friction you create with each gentle touch. "Don't rush...just explore."

She spreads her legs wider, offering herself fully to your attention, her hands running through your hair and gripping tightly as she rocks her hips against your face. Each caress, each touch sends shudders of pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to keep still or think straight. All that matters in this moment is the sensation of being wanted, of being desired like this, and the promise of release that lies tantalizingly close just beyond your fingertips.

Her hips jerk up off the bed as her pants are lowered and discarded, leaving her completely bare before you. Her breath comes in short gasps, her eyes squeezing shut as she feels herself growing wetter with each passing second. The air around them is thick with desire, almost tangible as your fingertips brush against her soft skin for the first time, tracing lazy circles around her opening and teasing at her clit. She whimpers softly, arching further into the touch as she chases the elusive pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her fingers dig painfully into your shoulders, nails biting into your flesh as she moans louder, a sound that's equal parts need and surrender. She is putty in your hands, completely at your mercy and loving every second of it. Her body quivers with anticipation as you tease her closer and closer to the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps and her heart racing wildly against her chest.

With a moan of frustration that quickly turns into one of relief, she allows herself to collapse back against the bed as you lie down beside her. Her body is still trembling with desire, her skin flushed and slick from the heat of arousal. With shaking hands, she reaches up to grip your hair tightly, using it as leverage as she pulls your face closer to hers, seeking relief in the touch of your lips against her own.

Her tongue darts out, tangling with yours as her hips rise off the bed again, searching for purchase against your body. Her cries mingle with yours, a chorus of pleasure and need that fills the air and echoes through their shared space like a prayer to some ancient god of lust.

Her fingers dig deep into your back, holding you close as she rocks her hips against you in desperate rhythm, begging for completion even as she fights to keep it at bay. Her breath comes hot and fast against your neck, mingling with the sounds of their flesh slapping together and the frantic thrum of her heartbeat.

With shaking hands, she pushes you back until you're lying flat on the bed, then straddles your face, hovering above as her weight settles onto her knees. Her eyes are glassy with desire as they meet yours, and when she parts her legs wide to reveal herself completely, a small whimper escapes her lips at the thought of what's about to happen.

Her fingers find their way into your hair again, guiding you closer as she lower your head down toward her aching centre. With a moan, she presses down harder against your face, her warmth enveloping you as her slick folds slide past your lips and tongue. Her hips roll in a slow circle, urging you on even as she struggles to keep herself from slipping too deep too fast.

Her cries grow louder, more desperate with each passing moment, her body trembling beneath your touch as she feels the orgasm building, growing stronger and hotter until it's all she can focus on. In the end, it hits her like a wave, washing over her in a shuddering release that leaves her gasping for breath and trembling with aftershocks.

"Wait..." She breathes, trying to regain her bearings as she hears what you've said. Her eyes flutter open and meet yours for a moment before darting around the room, searching for some sign that you're not just playing with her head. "Did you...did you really see someone?"

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of her sister finding her like this. It's not entirely impossible; they share the same friends and their circle sometimes blurred the lines between casual and committed relations. The last thing she needs is for her perfect, prim-and-proper sister to see her like this. With a choked gasp, she scrambles off you and scurries toward her bedroom, pushing past you and slamming the door behind her. She quickly tosses on a t-shirt and underwear before taking a few frantic steps away from the door as if it might come flying open at any moment, revealing you and your judgmental gaze.

Her breath comes in shaky gasps as she stares at the closed door, wondering what to do now. Part of her wants to apologize, to explain that this wasn't what it looked like...but another part of her is too embarrassed even to try. All she can do is stand here, waiting for you to knock or say something - anything - and hope against hope that you don't tell her sister.

The panic inside her grows as you mention the fact that she's still without pants and her flushed appearance. She begins to pace back and forth in front of the door, chewing on her lower lip nervously as she struggles to think of what could possibly be said if her sister does decide to confront her about it.

A loud thump from the other side of the door startles Fifi, making her jump and let out a small squeak of fear. Her heart races even faster, and her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as she wonders what her sister must be thinking. Another heavy thump follows, and then another...she realizes with growing dread that it's fists, not knuckles, that are making those sounds against the wood.

"Shit!" She curses under her breath, suddenly realizing how much trouble she's in now. There's no way she can hide from her sister any longer, and if she doesn't do something soon...her life might never be the same.

Without waiting for you to respond, she launches herself at you, throwing her arms around your neck and pressing her body against yours in a desperate attempt to hide the evidence of what just happened. She plants a hungry kiss on your lips, tongue darting out to taste and explore as she clings tightly to you. "I'm so sorry," she whispers between kisses, trying to make it sound convincing even as her heart races with fear and desire. "Please don't tell my sister...please..."

Her hands slide up your back, fingers digging into your skin as if her life depends on it. Her breath comes in short gasps against your lips, mingling with the scent of alcohol and the taste of desperation that lingers there. The feel of her body pressed so close to yours only serves to heighten the tension between you, making it difficult for either of you to think clearly or make rational decisions.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she listens to the commotion on the other side of the door. Fifi's grip tightens around you, digging her nails into your back in a mix of pain and desperation. She bites her lip nervously, trying to hold herself together as she waits for what comes next. "Please," she whispers urgently, her voice hoarse from fear and desire. "Help me..."

Fifi's eyes widen in panic as she hears you mention her sister kissing you. She instinctively pushes herself away from you, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable again. Her heart pounds wildly against her ribcage as she looks at you, searching for any sign of understanding or compassion in your face. "I'm so sorry," she manages to choke out. "She must have misunderstood..."

Her words trail off as she realizes how ludicrous that sounds even to her own ears. The look in your eyes only seems to confirm what she already fears: that you are confused, angry, or both. She takes a step back, feeling the pain of your rejection like a physical blow. "I don't know what else to say..."

Her eyes widen in shock and then narrow with anger as she hears your suggestion. "You bastard!" She hisses, hands balled into fists at her sides. "You think this is some kind of joke?" The alcohol and marijuana have made her reactions quicker than usual, but the hurt beneath the anger still shows plainly on her face.

"I was trying to help you!" She continues, feeling tears of frustration and humiliation burning in her eyes. "But obviously I don't even know who my friends are anymore..." With that, she spins around and stomps off toward her room, slamming the door behind her with enough force to shake the entire house.

Fifi feels a mixture of anger and embarrassment course through her veins as she storms into her room. She kicks the door shut behind her, stomping over to her bed where she flops down face-first, hiding her hot tears from view. She takes several deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself before finally admitting to herself that you weren't completely wrong. Her sister's name is Cassidy...and the thought of being with both of you at once sends a shiver through her body despite everything else.

After a few more moments, she slowly rolls onto her back, eyes searching the ceiling as she tries to decide what to do next. Part of her wants to forget about this whole thing and move on...but another part of her can't help but wonder what might have been. Before long she manages to convince her step sis into doing the threesome

Maybe...maybe I could try talking to her later, once we've both had some time to cool off. Maybe then she'll understand that this was just a mistake, something silly and drunken. But what if it's not enough? What if she never forgives me for bringing you into all of this...Fifi groans, throwing her arms up in frustration before flopping back onto the bed with a huff. This whole situation is such a mess, she thinks miserably as exhaustion starts to overtake her once more. Eventually, she gives into it, closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.

A few hours later, Fifi wakes up to the sound of soft knocking coming from her bedroom door. Her head throbs with pain as she blinks groggily at the clock beside her bed: it's late afternoon. She drags herself out of bed, wincing as her limbs protest against movement, and makes her way over to the door. The knocking grows louder, more insistent. "Come in," she croaks, feeling her throat raw from yesterday's shenanigans. The door swings open, revealing Cassidy standing there with a tentative smile on her face. "Hey, Fifi," she says softly. "Can we...talk?"

Fifi eyes her sister warily before forcing out a tired sigh. "I guess...come in, Cassidy." She steps aside to let her step-sister enter the room, then closes the door behind them both. As she takes a seat on the edge of her bed, Fifi wraps her arms around her knees and stares at the floor, not sure where to begin with this conversation.

"Look...I just want to say that I'm sorry for everything that happened last night," she starts, looking up briefly before dropping her gaze again. "It was stupid and juvenile and...and so out of character for me." She pauses, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks. "I shouldn't have done it...and I'm really sorry if I embarrassed you or made you look bad in front of your friends."

Cassidy takes a step closer, searching her eyes before nodding slowly. "I appreciate that," she says softly. "It was...a surprise to see you like that." She hesitates again, pursing her lips together before continuing. "But I also think we need to talk about what happened between you and..." Her gaze flickers briefly toward the door before returning to Fifi's face. "...your friend last night."

Cassidy looks at her hopefully, while Fifi swallows hard and glances over at the door again. "He's...he's nice," she admits softly. "I mean, he was just trying to help me when I was feeling down..." Her voice trails off as they both contemplate what happened between them earlier in the day.

The silence stretches on for a few moments before Cassidy speaks up again, her voice more cautious than before. "Do you...do you still want to do that?" She asks hesitantly, motioning between Fifi and herself with one hand.

Fifi bites her lip as she contemplates Cassidy's question. It had been a fleeting thought earlier; something to distract herself from the mess she found herself in with you. But now, seeing her sister here and remembering what happened...it seems like such a strange idea. "I don't know," she admits, looking down at her hands. "It might not be a good idea..."

She pauses, considering it for a moment longer before deciding to push the thought from her mind entirely. "But...if we're talking about this...is there something you want to tell me? Something that happened between you and..." Again, she glances at the door "...that guy?"

Cassidy looks surprised by the question, her cheeks flushing slightly as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Nothing happened," she says quickly, a little too loudly. "I mean...he was just being nice and all, you know? Buying me drinks and stuff." She pauses for a moment, considering how much more to say before continuing with a forced laugh. "Guess he's just not into sister-swappers or something."

The silence that follows is tense but not uncomfortable; it feels like they're both trying to navigate this new territory without stepping on each other's toes. Finally, Cassidy breaks the quiet with a small smile. "So...you and your friend..." She gestures vaguely toward the door again. "Was that just for show or something?"

She considers the question carefully before responding, debating how much honesty is appropriate in this situation. "I guess it was a mix of things," she finally says, sounding honest but also vague enough that Cassidy doesn't seem to press further about it. After a few more moments of silence, she asks gently, "Do you want to give him another chance? With me, I mean?"

Cassidy purses her lips thoughtfully before responding. "I don't know...it's not that I don't like him," she says carefully. "He's just always been really good at, you know..." She trails off, looking uncomfortable again as she searches for the right words. Finally, she shrugs helplessly and says, "I guess he just makes me feel things I'm not sure I want to feel."

"But yes i think that we should do the threesome"

"Well, if that's what you really want..." Fifi says slowly, considering her sister's words carefully. "But don't do it just because you think you should or because of anything he said. Do it for yourself." She pauses, searching for the right thing to say before finally asking with a small smile, "Do you still think I could trust him not to hurt me?"

She glances briefly over at the door again, wondering if she's ready to face you and all of her conflicting emotions once more.

Cassidy meets her sister's gaze solemnly. "Yes, I do. You can trust him." She pauses, looking thoughtful for a moment before adding, "And if you ever feel like you need me...if something happens and you want to talk or just be with someone who knows you..." Her voice trails off but her meaning is clear: she'll always be there for Fifi.

With that, Cassidy walks over to the bed, sitting down beside her sister and wrapping an arm around her shoulders in a comforting gesture. The two of them sit together in silence for a while longer, simply enjoying each other's company as they begin to heal from the messes they've made both separately and together.

Eventually, Fifi finds herself mustering up the courage to open the bedroom door once more and step back into the world outside her room - this time with both of her sisters by her side.

A smile finds its way to her lips as she watches her sisters together, their bond stronger than ever despite the recent turmoil. Maybe they can all find a way to make this work after all...at least until whatever it is that's drawing them apart takes effect once more. For now though, she decides to cherish these moments of connection and closeness, knowing how fleeting they can be when fate gets involved.

Fifi blushes deeply at the question and glances shyly between her sisters before speaking up. "I guess... if it's alright with you both..." She hesitates, searching their faces for any signs of disapproval or discomfort. Cassidy nods encouragingly, squeezing Fifi's shoulder affectionately while taking in the situation between them. It seems to occur to her that this might be a way for all three of them to move forward from whatever has been plaguing their minds and hearts lately. "Sure," Cassidy agrees at last with a small smile, "I'd like that."

Fifi blushes even deeper at your words, struggling to meet your gaze but unable to tear her eyes away. "It's okay," she manages to whisper. "I mean, we all make mistakes...and I guess maybe this is just what we needed." She turns toward Cassidy, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Right, Cas?"

Cassidy nods in agreement as she returns the smile to her sister. "Yeah, definitely." She then glances back at you, curiosity and nervousness mixing together in a cocktail of emotions. "So...where do we start?"

The question hangs in the air, thick with potential and possibility. It's up to you to decide how far they will go tonight...and whether or not their journey together is just beginning or if it might be something more.

A shiver runs down her spine at the thought. "Sounds...interesting," she whispers, slowly crawling onto the bed beside you and nodding for Cassidy to join them. Her heart races as they all move closer together, skin pressing against skin in anticipation of what's about to happen. She looks into your eyes, searching for any sign that this is what you truly want before leaning forward, hands slipping underneath her sister and wrapping around your shoulders.

Their bodies align perfectly as Cassidy does the same from the other side, sandwiching you between them in a steaming hot embrace. Fifi closes her eyes, feeling a rush of heat spread through her core as their soft curves press against every inch of bare skin she has. She breathes deep, savoring this moment as they begin to rock their hips together, grinding against each other and against you in a rhythmic dance of desire and lust.

The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; the way their bodies move together almost feels like they were made for this purpose, designed specifically to bring pleasure not only to themselves but also to anyone lucky enough to be caught in between them. As they continue, Fifi can feel herself growing wetter and needier with every passing second...and she knows that it's only a matter of time before all three of them reach the edge together.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. The sounds of her sister's pleasure echo around her, adding to the cacophony of sensations overwhelming her body as they all grind together in a frenzy of wanton lust. With every thrust and rock of their hips against each other she can feel herself growing wetter and needier still; an almost primal need taking hold deep within her core. As they near the breaking point together, Fifi arches her back and lets out a keening moan that mingles with Cassidy's own cries of ecstasy. It feels like there's no where else in the world she could possibly be right now except wrapped up in this searing heat with these two incredible women. As they finally tumble over the edge together, shuddering violently against each other and grinding down on her even harder, she can think of nothing else but giving herself fully to this moment...and hoping it never has to end.

As they begin to recover from their shared orgasm, the thought sends shivers through her body. She nods eagerly in agreement, grinning at the idea of being surrounded by so much heat and desire once more. "Let's do it," she pants, taking a moment to catch her breath before crawling off the bed and onto her hands and knees.

She looks over her shoulder at Cassidy, an inviting smile curving her lips. "Come join us?" Her sister nods, climbing onto the bed as well and positioning herself behind Fifi, her hard length rubbing against her entrance teasingly as she positions herself for entry.

Then, with a final glance back at you, Fifi lowers herself down onto your face, moaning deeply at the contact of her wet folds against your skin. Her fingers find purchase in your hair, gripping tightly as she begins to ride your mouth and tongue while Cassidy slowly pushes deeper inside her welcoming body.

Her body trembles with each thrust as Cassidy fills her up, their skin slapping together in time with the frantic movements of your tongue and lips on Fifi's most sensitive spot. She gasps and moans, her hips bucking wildly against both of you as pleasure washes over her in wave after wave. The sensation is unbearably intense, yet strangely familiar; it feels like coming home after a long journey away. As they continue their intimate dance, Fifi's world begins to narrow down to nothing but the feel of skin on skin and the sensual sounds of their bodies mingling together in an erotic symphony of passion.

She cries out, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body as she comes again, hard and powerful. Her muscles clench around Cassidy's cock in response to the release, sending waves of pleasure pulsing up through both their bodies. Biting down on her lower lip, she arches her back and shudders, trying to maintain some semblance of control as orgasm after orgasm rockets through her.