Andy takes his ring off

Isabella lies cradled between Jess and Amy, her body soft and glowing in the golden late-afternoon light. The three of you are a lazy, sweat-slick tangle—limbs overlapping, breaths still uneven, skin sticky with shared arousal.

Isabella traces a finger down Jess’s collarbone, then across Amy’s hip. “I love having you both like this,” she whispers, voice husky and sated. “Every second of it.”

Amy smiles, pressing a lingering kiss to Isabella’s temple before lifting her head to meet your eyes over Isabella’s shoulder. There’s a playful glint in those bright blue eyes.

“You know,” Amy murmurs, voice low and teasing, “I’ve been thinking… I kind of want to feel what it’s like with Andy in the mix right now. Just him.” She glances down at Isabella, brushing a damp curl from her forehead. “What if I brought him back for a little while? Let him take care of both of us.”

Isabella’s breath catches, a fresh flush rising on her cheeks. She bites her lip, glancing between Amy’s mischievous smile and Jess’s encouraging one.

Isabella hesitates for only a second, then nods, curiosity and desire winning out. “Yes. Do it.”

Amy grins, slipping the ring off smoothly.

The change is swift—Amy’s petite, perfect frame lengthening and broadening, breasts flattening, hips narrowing. Blonde waves shorten into Andy’s messy style. In under two minutes, Andy lies naked on Isabella’s left, his muscular chest rising and falling, cock already half-hard and thickening visibly from the lingering heat in the room.

Jess—you—stay as you are, ring still firmly on your finger, dark curls spilling over your shoulders, breasts full and heavy, nipples stiff, pussy already slick and aching at the sight of Andy’s familiar male form.

Isabella’s gaze drifts over him—broad shoulders, defined abs, thick cock now fully erect, curving up toward his stomach, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. She bites her lip harder, a flicker of **** crossing her face.

“I… want him,” she admits quietly, looking at you—Jess—with uncertainty. “But I’ve never been with another man. Not since you—Jason.”

You lean in, cupping her cheek, thumb brushing her swollen lower lip. “It’s okay, babe. I’m right here—as Jess, as me, all of it. Andy’s part of us now. Nothing changes what we have. I want you to feel everything you want to feel. He’ll take care of you. We both will.”

She searches your eyes, then nods slowly, the **** melting into quiet trust.

Andy shifts closer, brushing a gentle kiss to her shoulder. “Only if you’re sure.”

Isabella answers by reaching for him—her hand wrapping around his thick shaft, stroking slowly as he throbs in her grip, veins pulsing under her fingers. Jess moves in too, pressing against Isabella’s side, kissing her neck while both girls lower their heads toward Andy’s cock.

Together, you and Isabella worship him—lips and tongues working in perfect, filthy tandem. Isabella takes the swollen head into her mouth first, lips stretching wide around his girth, sucking greedily as her tongue swirls the sensitive ridge, lapping up the salty pre-cum leaking steadily now. Jess licks long, wet stripes up the veined underside of his shaft, meeting Isabella’s lips in messy, open-mouthed kisses around his cock—tongues tangling over him, saliva dripping down in shiny strings.

You both move lower—Isabella sucking his heavy balls into her mouth one at a time, rolling them on her tongue, humming so the vibration buzzes through him. Jess goes even lower, spreading his muscular thighs wider to drag her tongue slowly over his taint, pressing firmly, then circling his tight asshole with deliberate, wet licks—teasing the rim before pushing the tip of her tongue inside just enough to make him curse under his breath.

Andy groans deeply, hips bucking involuntarily, cock twitching against Isabella’s cheek as pre-cum smears across her skin. “Fuck… you two are gonna kill me.”

Isabella pulls off his balls with a wet pop, eyes dark and glassy with need. She climbs up, straddling Andy in reverse cowgirl—facing Jess—so you have a perfect view of her soaked pussy as she guides his thick cock to her entrance. She sinks down slowly, lips parting obscenely wide around him, inner walls stretching visibly as she takes every inch until her ass rests against his balls, clit grinding his base.

She starts to ride—hips rolling in deep, filthy circles, ass bouncing with wet slaps, soft belly rippling, breasts jiggling heavily. Jess kneels between Andy’s spread legs, leaning in close—tongue flicking Isabella’s swollen clit in rapid circles, occasionally dipping lower to taste the slick mess where Andy’s cock pistons in and out of her dripping cunt, lapping at her stretched lips and his slick shaft.

Isabella moans loudly, hands bracing on Andy’s thighs for leverage, riding faster, pussy squelching audibly. “Jess—oh god—your tongue—right there—”

After several minutes of shuddering, sweat-slick pleasure, they switch.

Jess straddles Andy now, sinking down onto his glistening cock with a shared groan—your tighter, ring-made pussy gripping him like a vice, walls fluttering as you take him to the hilt. Isabella moves up the bed, straddling Andy’s face, lowering her drenched folds onto his eager mouth.

Andy’s tongue dives into her immediately, lapping hungrily at her clit and entrance, sucking her juices while his hips thrust up hard into Jess. Jess rides him steadily at first, then faster—breasts bouncing wildly, leaning forward to kiss Isabella deeply, tongues sliding messily as you taste Andy on her lips and she tastes her own arousal on yours. Your hands roam—pinching her nipples hard, pulling her hair, gripping her soft hips as both of you grind shamelessly against Andy’s cock and tongue.

The rhythm is relentless—Jess slamming down onto his cock with wet, obscene sounds, Isabella grinding her clit against his mouth, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths, bodies slick and trembling.

Andy’s hips stutter, cock throbbing deep inside Jess, but he holds back—groaning desperately into Isabella’s pussy, hands gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise as he fights not to come yet.

The three of you are balanced on the edge, riding the wave higher, the room filled with the filthy symphony of moans, wet licks, and skin slapping skin.