Preventing dry skin

John's palms slid down Emma's arched back, the vanilla-scented lotion warming against her skin as his thumbs traced the delicate indentations along her spine. Alice whimpered beside her sister, her fingers twisting in the sheets when John's hands reached the dimples just above her waistband—except there was no waistband, just the smooth swell of her bare hips and the tantalizing glimpse of pink between her thighs.

"Lower," Emma murmured into the pillow, arching her back until the twin curves of her ass lifted invitingly. A bead of moisture glistened at her center, catching the lamplight as she rocked subtly against the mattress. Alice mirrored the movement with a soft gasp, her blonde hair spilling across the pillowcase as she peered over her shoulder at John. Her blue eyes were half-lidded, lips parted around unsteady breaths. "You missed a spot, Principal Lee."

John's fingers trembled against Alice's skin, the lotion making her taut flesh slick beneath his palms. He traced the outer curves of her thighs first—professional, detached—but her quiet whine pulled him inevitably inward. His thumb brushed the crease where thigh met buttock, and Alice melted into the touch with a shudder that traveled up her entire body.

Emma rolled her hips impatiently. "My turn," she breathed, reaching back to guide his hand lower. Her fingers interlaced with his, slippery with lotion, as she pressed his palm firmly against the swell of her ass. The heat radiating from her core was unmistakable, her skin pebbling beneath his touch as she pushed back against him. "You're not even trying to—oh!" The protest dissolved into a gasp when John's thumb strayed dangerously close to her glistening folds.

Alice wriggled closer, her knee bumping against Emma's as she angled herself toward John. "Equal attention," she slurred, though the cunning glint in her eye belied the drunken act. Her hand found his wrist, guiding his other thumb in slow circles just shy of where she wanted it most. "Or else it's... it's favoritism." Her breath hitched when his nail grazed her entrance, her thighs tensing.

John's thumbs dug into the plush flesh of Emma's thighs, the vanilla-scented lotion turning slick between their skin as she arched with a breathy sigh. Alice squirmed beneath his other hand, her whimpers growing louder when his fingers skirted dangerously close to her damp folds. The dorm air thickened with the mingled scents of arousal and ****, Emma's hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles that left glistening streaks on the sheets.

"Principal Lee," Emma gasped, twisting to peer over her shoulder, her blue eyes dark with intent despite the vodka glaze. Her fingers curled around his wrist, guiding him inward with shocking strength. "You're skipping the... the most important part." The last word dissolved into a moan as John's thumb brushed her slick entrance.

Alice made a wounded noise against her pillow, her blonde hair sticking to her flushed cheeks as she rutted against nothing. "Me too," she demanded, her voice trembling.

John's pulse roared in his ears as Emma's body yielded beneath his touch, her inner muscles fluttering around his probing fingers. Alice's impatient squirming knocked the lotion bottle off the nightstand with a clatter, the sound drowned out by her sharp cry when John finally gave in and stroked her dripping slit.

Emma's back arched like a bowstring, her perfect breasts swaying as she ground against his hand. "Yesss," she hissed, her fingers clawing at the rumpled sheets. Alice's moans escalated into near-sobs, her thighs shaking as John worked her in tandem with her sister—two fingers curling inside Emma while his thumb circled Alice's swollen clit with relentless precision.