Lovemaking

• Give us your anger, frustration, inhibitions, we are your purification and your liberation.

the sister murmured between her thighs, her husky voice mingling with the lapping of the water on the stones. Phoebe felt the other sister's lips quiver against her stomach, her teeth gently nibbling the taut skin while her fingers, still buried in her hair, pulled her deeper against her own exposed sex.

Phoebe's fingers dug into the sister's hips as she leaned over her face, her nails digging pale crescents into the moist flesh as her tongue more eagerly explored the salty taste of that exposed skin. A violent shudder ran through her as the sister between her thighs redoubled her ardor, her lips now enveloping her swollen clitoris in a wet, rhythmic suck.

Their bodies gradually harmonized, in a single movement. Phoebe felt her breath synchronize with that of the two sisters, their movements becoming a single wave of flesh and desire.

The tongue between her thighs quickened its pace, alternating between flat strokes and precise pressure on her quivering clitoris, while the other sister's fingers tangled in her golden curls, guiding his lips more insistently against her taut stomach.

As their bodies were shaken by spasms, the first signs of a symbiotic orgasm of all three bodies, the three bodies arched in a single sacred convulsion, the tongue between Phoebe's thighs digging deeper while the other sister's fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her against her throbbing sex.

A hoarse cry ripped through the steam of the hammam as Phoebe felt her stomach tighten beneath the eager lips, each wave of pleasure more violent than the last, as if her soul were being ripped out from the groin.

The moans mingled with the wet echoes of the stones, three panting mouths exhaling the same chaotic fervor. Phoebe felt the lips around her clitoris quiver with a predatory smile before the tongue resumed its methodical work—slow, too slow now, tracing endless circles that made her arch against the hot marble.

Phoebe's fingers clung desperately to the sister's hips, her nails digging deeper into the moist flesh as another spasm ripped through her. The tongue between her thighs suddenly became relentless, alternating between flat strokes and rapid vibrations against her hypersensitive clitoris.

She felt the other sister's lips quiver against her stomach, her teeth digging into the taut skin as a hoarse moan escaped her throat. The tongue between her thighs delved deeper, slowly moving up to her swollen clitoris before engulfing it in a wet, voracious suction. Phoebe felt her muscles tense violently, her fingers digging like claws into the sister's hips as another spasm twisted her stomach.

Her strength was failing her, yet this new orgasm completely freed her from the last inhibitions; her body now demanded the satisfaction of what had been denied it by the conditioning of her traditional upbringing.

The wet lips moved up her quivering stomach, tracing a hot path between her taut breasts before closing over a hardened nipple. Phoebe moaned as the sister's teeth sank a calculated bite into her—just enough to elicit an exquisite pain that immediately mingled with the throbbing pleasure between her thighs.