Vera's POV
Liora takes my place between Sage’s ankles. She doesn’t waste time. Three fingers slide into Sage easily now, the wet sounds loud in the steamy chamber. Liora’s mouth seals over Sage’s c**t and sucks in steady, rhythmic pulls. I grind gently against Sage’s tongue, feeling every eager stroke, every soft press of her lips. c*m and oil continue to drip from the fixtures, landing on my breasts, running down my soft belly, mixing with the wetness Sage is already drawing from me.
“You’re flooding the bath,” I tell Sage, looking down at her. “Listen to how wet you are for Liora’s fingers. Listen to the sounds you’re making against me.”
Sage can only moan into my folds. The vibration travels through me. I reach down and cup my own heavy breasts, lifting them, squeezing, then painting
