Emma

The door opened without a knock.

Alice’s head snapped toward it, her whole body going rigid on top of me. Her bare pussy clenched hard around my cock where it was still pressed between her slick folds — a hot, involuntary squeeze that made my vision blur for a second.

A girl stepped inside like she belonged there.

She was about Alice’s age, maybe nineteen, and built almost exactly like her — thick in all the same places. Full hips, soft heavy thighs that strained the hems of her tiny denim short shorts, and a plush, round ass that filled them out completely. The shorts were so short they’d ridden up hard between her legs as she walked, the pale inner curves of her thick thighs on full display and the denim cutting right up against the obvious outline of her pussy. A loose cropped tank top did nothing to hide the massive swell of her tits, the same heavy, soft shape as Alice’s. Long light-brown hair, freckles across her nose, and a lazy, knowing little smile.

Emma.

She didn’t even blink at the scene in front of her.

Alice was still completely bottomless, straddling my lap with my cock trapped under her bare, dripping cunt. One of her big tits was hanging out of her top. My jeans were open. The whole caravan smelled like sex and warm skin.

Emma just closed the door behind her with her hip and walked over like she was joining us for movie night.

“Hey,” she said, voice casual, almost bored. “Your mum said you were out here. Didn’t know you had company.”

Alice’s mouth opened and closed. Her cheeks were burning red. She still hadn’t moved off me.

“Emma— I didn’t… I didn’t know you were coming over.”

Emma shrugged one shoulder and dropped onto the edge of the bed right beside us, close enough that her thick thigh brushed against my leg. The movement made her shorts ride up even higher. She didn’t bother tugging them down.

“Yeah, I was bored. Thought I’d surprise you.” Her eyes flicked down between Alice’s spread thighs, taking in the way her bare pussy was still pressed against my cock, shiny with how wet she was. Emma’s mouth curved into a small, amused smile. “Looks like I did.”

Alice made a tiny, embarrassed sound in her throat but didn’t scramble off me. If anything, her hips gave the smallest, instinctive rock — like her body couldn’t quite stop even with her friend sitting right there watching.

Emma leaned back on one hand, making herself comfortable on the bed like this was completely normal. Her eyes moved over both of us without any shock, just lazy interest.

“So…” she said, glancing at Alice’s flushed face, then down at where we were still connected. “You gonna introduce me, or are you two just gonna keep sitting there like that?”

Alice’s breath was coming fast. I could feel how hot and wet she still was, her thick thighs trembling slightly on either side of me. She looked at me, then at Emma, then back at me — eyes wide, caught somewhere between mortified and something much hotter.

Emma’s gaze dropped again, openly staring at the way Alice’s bare pussy lips were wrapped around the head of my cock. One of her own thick thighs shifted, and the denim of her shorts pulled tighter between her legs.

She didn’t look away.