Continued!

Tori turns back to Rachel, her eyes burning. "Your turn." She grabs Rachel’s arm, hauling her up before spinning her around and bending her over the arm of the couch. Rachel’s dress rides up, exposing her ass, her panties soaked through. Tori doesn’t bother removing them. She rips them aside, her fingers diving straight into Rachel’s dripping cunt.

Rachel cries out, her fingers clawing at the couch cushions as Tori fucks her with two fingers, her thumb pressing hard against Rachel’s clit. "You’re dripping," Tori snarls, her free hand coming down on Rachel’s ass with a sharp crack. Rachel jolts, a broken moan tearing from her throat as the sting of the slap radiates through her, only making her wetter, needier.

Sophie recovers quickly, crawling over to them, her mouth finding Rachel’s neck as her hand joins Tori’s, her fingers slipping inside Rachel alongside Tori’s. Rachel whines, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around them as they stretch her, their fingers curling in just the right way to make her see stars.

"Please—" Rachel begs, her voice breaking. "I need—fuck, I need—"

"You need what?" Sophie murmurs against her ear, her teeth sinking into Rachel’s earlobe.

Tori answers for her, her voice a dark chuckle. "She needs to come." Her fingers pick up speed, her thumb pressing harder against Rachel’s clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles. Sophie’s fingers match her rhythm, the two of them working in perfect sync, their free hands roaming Rachel’s body—pinching her nipples, gripping her hips, leaving marks in their wake.

Rachel’s vision blurs, her body coiling tighter, tighter, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. "Yes—yes, I’m—" Her words dissolve into a scream as her orgasm crashes over her, her pussy flooding around their fingers, her thighs shaking violently. She comes so hard her knees nearly give out, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps.

And then—

They stop.

Sophie and Tori pull their hands away, leaving Rachel empty, her body still throbbing with the aftershocks of her climax. She sags against the couch, her chest heaving, her mind spinning. She turns her head, blinking up at them through hazy eyes.

Sophie and Tori exchange a look, their smirks identical, predatory. They step back, leaving Rachel exposed, her dress still hitched up, her body still humming with need.

"What now?" Sophie asks, her voice a purr.

Rachel swallows, her throat dry. She doesn’t have an answer. Not yet. But the game isn’t over—not by a long shot.