Amy gets fingered while Ben’s balls get sucked

Beth shifts closer on her knees until her shoulder presses against yours. Without pulling you off Ben’s cock she leans in and draws one of his balls into her mouth, sucking gently, tongue working the soft skin. The contrast is immediate—his shaft thick and rigid between your lips, his balls softer, heavier, moving under her mouth. A low, broken sound leaves him. His hand tightens in your hair.

At the same time her free hand slides between your thighs. Two fingers stroke once through the soaked mess of your pussy, then one slips inside you in a single smooth push. The stretch is sudden and perfect. You moan around Ben’s cock, the sound vibrating straight through him, and your hips rock forward onto her hand. She curls the finger slowly, pressing up, and the wet squelch is loud in the quiet room—slick, obscene, unmistakable. Every small movement of her wrist makes another soft, filthy sound as your pussy clenches and releases around her.

Your own hand leaves your clit. Still sucking, still tasting the salt and heat of him, you reach sideways and find the hem of Beth’s dress. She’s not wearing anything underneath. Your fingers slip between her legs and meet soft, swollen lips already dripping. You stroke once, spreading the wetness, then ease one finger into her the same way she’s inside you. She’s hotter, tighter at first, then she opens around you with a quiet gasp against Ben’s balls. The squelch when you start to move is just as wet, just as messy. Soft giving way around your finger, then gripping, then giving again.

Ben groans above you both. “Fuck… both of you. Jesus.”

Beth pulls off his balls just long enough to speak, voice muffled and breathy against his skin. “She’s so wet, Ben. Listen to her.” She pushes her finger deeper into you and the sound that follows is thick and liquid. Your pussy flutters around her. “And she’s fingering me while she sucks you. Our good girl.”

The words hit hard. Internally everything is heat and contrast and the dizzy rush of new sensation. Soft and hard at the same time. His cock hard on my tongue, his balls soft in her mouth, her finger hard and curling inside the softest part of me. I can feel how wet I am—every time she moves there’s that squelch, that give, that ache. Yesterday I didn’t have this. Yesterday I couldn’t be this open, this dripping, this full of someone else’s finger while my mouth is stretched around a cock. Your finger keeps moving inside Beth, matching her rhythm, and the wet sounds overlap—hers and yours, soft flesh and slick heat, the occasional harder press when she curls or you do.

You pull back from Ben’s cock just far enough to breathe, lips swollen and shiny, a string of spit connecting you for a second. “Beth… your finger… it feels—” The rest dissolves into a moan as she adds a second finger and the stretch makes your thighs shake inside the stockings. The lace tops dig in. The suspender straps tug. Everything is wet. Everything is soft where it yields and hard where it presses. Ben’s cock rests against your cheek, hot and rigid, while Beth sucks his balls again and fucks you slowly with two fingers, the squelching loud and constant. Your own finger curls inside her and she whimpers around him. The three of you are pressed close on the carpet—knees, mouths, hands—softness and hardness and the endless, filthy sound of how wet you’ve both become.