Emma’s turn

Then Emma moved—swift, purposeful—straddling her sister's hips with a grace that belied the feverish hunger in her eyes. She pressed down until their bellies touched, Alice's pert nipples brushing hers, until their thighs aligned with mathematical precision. Emma hooked her ankles beneath the table's edge, arching her back to present twin temptations: her own dripping folds above, Alice's stretched entrance below.

Emma's fingers traced slow circles around Alice's fluttering entrance, her own thighs trembling with need as she hovered above her unconscious twin. "You ruined her," Emma murmured, her voice thick with arousal as she pressed her slick folds against Alice's thigh. "Now wreck me too."

John's cock twitched at the obscene display—Emma's glistening sex hovering just above Alice's well-used hole, both girls' legs splayed wide in shameless invitation. Emma rolled her hips, grinding her dripping slit against Alice's thigh with a whimper. "Please, Principal Lee," she breathed, her fingers dipping into her own folds before offering them to John's lips. "Feel how *wet* you made us."

John's fingers tangled in Emma's hair, pulling her head back with a roughness that drew a gasp from her lips. She arched against him, pressing her slick folds harder against Alice's thigh as his cock nudged her dripping entrance. "Say it," he growled against her ear, his free hand gripping her hip hard enough to leave fingerprints.

Emma's breath hitched when the thick head of him breached her—just barely—her inner muscles fluttering in anticipation. "F-fuck me," she whimpered, her nails digging into Alice's limp shoulders for balance. "Fuck me *hard*—like you did her—"

The plea shattered the last of John's restraint. He slammed into her with one brutal thrust, hilting himself to the balls in her scorching heat. Emma's scream tore through the café—half pain, half euphoria—as her body stretched to accommodate him. Alice stirred faintly beneath them, her eyelashes fluttering at the sound of her twin's voice breaking.

Emma's thighs trembled wildly as John withdrew almost completely before driving back in, her slick walls clinging to him with every snap of his hips. "Oh *god*—" Her fingers scrabbled at Alice's collarbones, her moans rising in pitch as John angled upward, grinding against some deep, untouched spot that made her vision white out. "R-right *there*—*fuck*—"

John's fingers dug into Emma's hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pistoned into her—her tight heat scorching around him, her breasts bouncing with every brutal thrust. Emma's breath came in ragged gasps, her forehead pressed against Alice's as she fucked herself backward onto his cock with desperate abandon.

Alice groaned softly beneath them—her eyelashes fluttering, her fingers twitching against the table's edge—as Emma's bouncing jostled her limp body. John caught the exact moment awareness returned to Alice's blue eyes—her pupils dilating as she took in the sight of her twin impaled on his cock, Emma's flushed face hovering inches above her own.

Emma grinned down at her sister through hooded eyes, her hips never slowing their frantic rhythm. "Mmm... welcome back," she purred, rolling her hips in a slow circle that made John groan. Alice's breath hitched—her gaze darting between Emma's sweat-slicked torso and where their bodies joined.