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Jennifer was in the middle of wiping down the kitchen counter when the doorbell rang. It was a Thursday afternoon, nothing special—just another day off work. The TV in the living room droned some afternoon soap opera her roommate usually left on. She tossed the rag in the sink and walked over, barefoot on the cool tile.
She opened the door and there stood Maria—blonde hair a little messy from the wind, tight jeans hugging her skinny legs, that same cropped top showing off her natural big tits. Maria smiled wide, holding a small bag like she’d just come from the airport or something.
“¡Hola, nena! I told you I’d come back,” Maria said, stepping inside without waiting for an invite. She smelled like vanilla body spray and the faint cigarette smoke from the cab.
Jennifer laughed, closing the door. “You actually showed up. Michael’s gonna lose his mind.”
Michael was in the bedroom, half-dressed in gym shorts, scrolling his phone. He looked up when the girls walked in. “No way. Maria? Holy shit.”
Maria dropped her bag and hugged him tight, pressing those soft tits against his chest. “Missed you guys. Been too long.”
They moved to the living room couch like it was the most normal thing. Jennifer grabbed three beers from the fridge. They cracked them open, chatting about dumb stuff—Maria’s trip back to Argentina, some guy she dated who was a total asshole, how cold it got up north. The conversation felt easy, familiar. But the air shifted when Maria leaned back, stretching, her shirt riding up to show the underside of her boobs.
“You two still fuck like rabbits?” Maria asked, smirking.
Jennifer snorted beer. “When we can. Work’s been killing us.”
Michael grinned. “Why? You offering?”
Maria looked between them, biting her lip. “Maybe I am.”
Jennifer felt the heat crawl up her neck. She glanced at Michael—he was already half-hard under those shorts. Maria noticed too. She reached over and rubbed his thigh casually, like testing the water.
“Fuck it,” Jennifer said, setting her beer down. “Bedroom. Now.”
They stumbled in, laughing at how clumsy it was—Michael almost tripped over a shoe. The bed was unmade, sheets tangled from last night’s sleep. Maria kicked off her sneakers and peeled her top over her head. Her tits bounced free—full, natural, pale pink nipples already stiff.
“Goddamn,” Michael muttered.
Jennifer pulled her own shirt off, smaller boobs but perky. Maria grabbed her waist and kissed her hard, tongues sliding messy. Michael watched for a second, stroking himself through his shorts, then stepped up behind Maria and cupped her tits, squeezing.
Maria moaned into Jennifer’s mouth. “I’ve been thinking about this the whole flight.”
They tumbled onto the bed. Clothes came off fast—jeans yanked down, panties tossed. Maria’s pussy was already wet, shaved smooth except a tiny landing strip. Jennifer spread her legs and dove in, licking her clit while Michael knelt behind Maria, rubbing his thick cock against her ass.
“You want it in your ass first?” he asked, voice rough.
Maria nodded, pushing back. “Yeah. Been too long since I had a big dick back there.”
Jennifer grabbed the lube from the nightstand drawer—the cheap bottle they always kept handy. She squirted some on her fingers and worked it into Maria’s tight hole while Michael stroked himself, watching. Maria whimpered, rocking back.
“Go slow at first,” Maria said.
Michael pressed the head against her ass. It popped in after a second of resistance. Maria gasped, gripping the sheets. “Fuck… yes…”
Jennifer slid under Maria in a sixty-nine, licking her pussy while Michael started thrusting deeper. The room filled with wet sounds—skin slapping, lube squelching, heavy breathing. Maria’s tits swung with each push, nipples brushing Jennifer’s stomach.
“Harder,” Maria begged. “Fuck my ass harder.”
Michael gripped her hips and picked up speed. His balls slapped against her pussy. Jennifer sucked Maria’s clit, tasting how wet she was getting from the anal pounding.
Maria came first—shaking, cursing in Spanish, ass clenching around Michael’s cock. “¡Mierda! I’m cumming!”
Jennifer kept licking through it, feeling Maria drip on her chin.
Michael pulled out, cock slick and throbbing. “Your turn, Jen.”
Jennifer flipped onto her stomach. Maria helped spread her cheeks. Michael slid into Jennifer’s pussy first, warming her up with a few deep strokes, then pulled out and pushed into her ass. She groaned, biting the pillow. It burned good.
Maria straddled Jennifer’s back facing Michael, grinding her wet pussy on Jennifer’s spine while kissing him. Then she slid down, licking where Michael’s cock stretched Jennifer’s hole.
The sight pushed Michael over. “Gonna cum… fuck…”
He pulled out and shot thick ropes across Jennifer’s ass and lower back. Maria leaned down and licked some up, messy and hungry.
They collapsed in a sweaty pile, breathing hard. The fan spun lazily overhead. From the living room, the TV still mumbled.
Jennifer laughed breathlessly. “Shit… the pizza’s probably cold now.”
Maria grinned, wiping sweat from her forehead. “Worth it. When do I get to visit again?”
Michael groaned, rolling onto his back. “Next week. Bring more lube.”
Jennifer smacked his chest lightly. “Get up, idiot. Someone’s gotta reheat dinner.”
They pulled on clothes half-assed—panties missing, shirts inside out. Maria’s hair was a wreck, mascara smudged. But they were all smiling like idiots as they shuffled back to the kitchen, the smell of leftover food mixing with sex in the air.
Just another Thursday.