College Girls Hard Strapon Threesome – Lera & Thea Fuck Girlfriend Raw

Sarah was in the middle of reheating leftover pizza in their tiny dorm kitchen when Emily walked in, still wearing her plaid school skirt from the stupid costume party last night. The microwave hummed, the TV in the living room blared some dumb reality show, and the place smelled like burnt cheese and cheap vanilla body spray.
“Fuck, I’m starving,” Emily groaned, dropping her backpack by the door. She kicked off her sneakers, one flying under the couch.
Sarah laughed. “You look like you got railed by the entire frat. Again.”
Emily smirked, tugging at her skirt. “Nah. Just danced. But my pussy’s still throbbing from all that grinding.”
That’s when Lera stepped out of the bedroom, hair messy, wearing only an oversized band tee and black thigh-highs. She was the quiet one, but her eyes always had that hungry look. She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.
“You two gonna keep talking shit or actually do something about it?” Lera said, voice low.
Sarah felt the shift instantly. The air got thicker. Emily turned, biting her lip.
“Like what?” Emily teased, but her voice cracked a little.
Lera walked over slow, grabbed Emily by the waist, and pushed her back against the counter. The pizza box slid sideways. Sarah watched, pulse jumping.
“Like this,” Lera muttered. She yanked Emily’s skirt up, exposing plain white panties already damp in the center.
Emily gasped. “Shit, Lera—”
Lera didn’t wait. She dropped to her knees right there on the kitchen tile, shoved the panties aside, and buried her face between Emily’s thighs. The wet sucking sounds filled the room over the TV noise. Emily grabbed the counter edge, knuckles white.
“Oh fuck… yeah, eat me,” Emily whimpered.
Sarah couldn’t just stand there. She stepped closer, heart hammering. She reached under Lera’s tee, finding bare skin, no bra. Lera’s nipples were hard little points. Sarah pinched one, making Lera moan into Emily’s pussy.
Emily’s legs shook. “Guys… the window’s open. Neighbors—”
“Let them hear,” Sarah said, voice rough. She pulled her own shorts down, kicking them off. Her pussy was already slick.
Lera stood up, lips shiny. “Bedroom. Now. I want the harness.”
They stumbled down the short hallway, giggling and shoving each other. Clothes hit the floor—skirt, tee, panties. The bedroom was a mess: unmade bed, textbooks everywhere, laundry basket tipped over.
Lera grabbed the black strapon from the drawer—the thick eight-inch one with the ridged head they all loved. She stepped into the harness, tightening the straps around her hips. The dildo jutted out, obscene against her slim frame.
Emily climbed on the bed on all fours, ass up. “Fuck me first. Hard.”
Lera spat on her hand, slicked the toy, then pressed the head against Emily’s entrance. One push and it slid in halfway. Emily yelped, then moaned deep.
“Goddamn, it’s big today,” Emily panted.
Lera gripped her hips and started thrusting—slow at first, then faster. Skin slapped skin. The bed creaked like it might break. Emily’s tits swung under her, nipples brushing the sheets.
Sarah watched for a second, then crawled in front. She spread her legs in front of Emily’s face.
“Eat me while she fucks you,” Sarah ordered.
Emily dove in, tongue flat against Sarah’s clit. Sarah grabbed her hair, grinding down. The taste of pizza still lingered on Emily’s breath, mixed with pussy.
Lera pounded harder. “You like that, slut? Getting fucked like a college whore?”
“Yes—fuck yes,” Emily mumbled into Sarah’s cunt.
Sarah felt her own orgasm building fast. She rocked against Emily’s mouth, clit throbbing. “Don’t stop. Suck it.”
Lera reached around, rubbing Emily’s clit in rough circles. Emily bucked, moaning loud into Sarah.
The room stank of sweat and sex. Someone’s phone buzzed on the nightstand—probably a roommate texting about class. They ignored it.
Emily came first. Her whole body tensed, thighs quivering. She screamed into Sarah’s pussy, juices dripping down her chin. Lera didn’t let up, slamming through the spasms.
“Fuck—I’m gonna—” Emily gasped.
Lera pulled out sudden, making Emily whine. “Not yet. Sarah’s turn.”
Sarah flipped onto her back, legs wide. Lera climbed between them, lined up, and thrust in deep. Sarah’s eyes rolled back.
“Oh shit… yes, fill me.”
Lera fucked her steady, hips snapping. Emily recovered enough to straddle Sarah’s face, lowering her soaked pussy down.
Sarah licked hungrily, tasting Emily’s cum. Emily ground down, smearing it everywhere.
Lera leaned forward, kissing Emily messy while she railed Sarah. Tongues tangled. Spit dripped.
Sarah felt it hit—pressure building low. “Harder. Fuck—I’m close.”
Lera slammed in, grinding the base against Sarah’s clit. Sarah exploded, back arching, squirting a little onto the sheets. She cried out, muffled by Emily’s pussy.
Emily came again seconds later, riding Sarah’s tongue through it.
Lera kept going a few more thrusts, then pulled out, breathing hard. She unbuckled the harness, tossed it aside.
They collapsed in a sweaty heap. Sheets stuck to skin. The fan spun lazily overhead.
Emily laughed breathlessly. “Pizza’s probably cold now.”
Sarah snorted. “Worth it.”
Lera reached over, grabbed her phone. “Roommate’s gonna be back in twenty. Better clean up.”
They groaned, but started moving. Emily wiped between her legs with a discarded shirt. Sarah pulled on shorts commando. Lera hid the strapon back in the drawer.
The microwave beeped from the kitchen—pizza forgotten, now stone cold.
Emily smirked at the others. “Round two after she leaves?”
Sarah grinned. “Obviously.”