Lincoln and Ronnie Anne give in

"I want to taste you," Sidney murmured, her lips trailing down Ronnie Anne's neck, her breasts, her stomach. "I want to feel you come undone." Ronnie Anne's hands fisted in the grass as Sidney's mouth descended lower, her tongue parting the wet folds of Ronnie Anne's sex. Ronnie Anne cried out, her back arching as Sidney's tongue circled her clit with expert precision. "Yes," she gasped. "Yes, Sidney, don't stop." Lincoln watched, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel Lucy's hand on his chest, her fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt. "You want to be down there, don't you?" Lucy whispered. "You want to feel Ronnie Anne's legs wrapped around you, her taste on your lips." Lincoln's mouth went dry. He couldn't deny it anymore. The sight of Sidney's head between Ronnie Anne's thighs, the sounds of Ronnie Anne's moans—it was too much. "Yes," he finally admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "I want that." Lucy smiled, her fangs glinting in the moonlight. "Then you shall have it. But first..." She turned her attention back to the scene before them. Sidney's tongue had found its rhythm, lapping at Ronnie Anne's clit with increasing intensity. Ronnie Anne's hips bucked against Sidney's face, her moans growing louder. "I'm close," Ronnie Anne gasped. "I'm so close." Sidney's tongue pressed harder, faster, and Ronnie Anne's body convulsed as she came, her cries echoing through the night. But Sidney didn't stop. She continued licking, sucking, drawing out Ronnie Anne's orgasm. Sidney pulled back, her chin glistening with Ronnie Anne's juices.

She positioned herself between Ronnie Anne's legs, her own sex pressing against Ronnie Anne's. "I want to feel you," Sidney whispered. "I want to feel you from the inside." With a single, fluid motion, Sidney locked her cunt against Ronnie Anne's, their bodies merging in a wet, intimate embrace. Ronnie Anne gasped as she felt Sidney's folds envelop hers, their clits pressing together, their hips grinding in perfect sync. "Oh god," Ronnie Anne moaned. "Oh god, yes." Sidney's eyes locked with Ronnie Anne's, her crimson gaze burning with intensity.

Lucy's hand slid down Lincoln's chest, her fingers working the buttons of his shirt with practiced ease. "Your heart is racing, brother," she murmured, her lips brushing his ear. "Let me help you with that." She pushed the shirt aside, her palms flat against his skin, feeling the heat radiate from his body. Lincoln's breath hitched as her fingers found the waistband of his shorts, tugging at the fabric. "Lucy, wait—" "No more waiting," she whispered, her voice a command. She pulled his shorts down, freeing his erection, which stood rigid and eager. "See? Your body knows what it wants." Her hand wrapped around his shaft, her grip firm and deliberate

. Lincoln groaned, his head falling back as she began to stroke him, her thumb spreading the moisture that beaded at his tip. "You're so hard," Lucy purred, her eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "For them. For this." She guided him to the ground, positioning him beside the writhing forms of Sidney and Ronnie Anne. Sidney looked up, her lips parted in a wet smile. "Good, you brought him," she said. "I want to feel him inside me." Lucy positioned Lincoln behind Sidney, her hands on his hips. "Take her," she whispered. "Take her the way you've always wanted." Lincoln hesitated only a second before pressing his erection against Sidney's waiting entrance., after she parted her cpusdy from Ronnie Annes pussy. She was slick and hot, and he slid in with a gasp. Sidney moaned, her body arching against his. "Yes," she breathed. "Yes, Lincoln." But Lucy wasn't done. She knelt beside them, her clothing fading into a must, leaving just as naked as Ronnie and Sidney, her own sex glistening in the moonlight.

"Now, brother," she said, taking his hand and guiding it between her legs. "Feel what I feel." Lincoln's fingers parted Lucy's folds, finding her clit hard and ready. He began to circle it as he thrust into Sidney, his rhythm erratic but growing more confident with each movement. Lucy moaned, her body pressing against his side. "That's it," she whispered. "Make us both come." Ronnie Anne, still recovering from her own climax, watched through half-lidded eyes. "Don't forget me," she said, her voice a husky plea. She reached for Lincoln's free hand, guiding it to her own wet sex. "Touch me too." Lincoln's fingers found Ronnie Anne's clit, and she gasped, her hips bucking against his hand. He was now touching all three of them—thrusting into Sidney, fingering Lucy, and stroking Ronnie Anne.

His rhythm faltered for a moment as the sensation of all three women under his touch overwhelmed him. But Lucy's hand on his hip guided him back, her touch firm and steady. "Don't stop," she commanded. "Not until we all come together." Lincoln found his pace again, his thrusts into Sidney growing deeper, more urgent. Sidney's moans matched his rhythm, her body rocking against his with each thrust. Her hand found its way between her legs, her fingers pressing against her own clit as Lincoln filled her. "I'm close " she gasped. "Don't stop, don't stop—" Lucy's body tensed against his fingers, her moans rising in pitch. "Yes, yes, there," she cried out, her climax washing over her. Her hips ground against his hand as she came, her fluids coating his fingers. The sensation of Lucy's orgasm triggered something in Ronnie Anne, who bucked against his other hand, her own climax building. "Don't stop," she pleaded. "I'm almost there." Lincoln's fingers worked her clit faster, harder, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Ronnie Anne's body arched, her cries joining the chorus of moans. Sidney screamed his name as she came again, her inner walls clenching around his shaft. Lincoln felt his own climax building, the pressure unbearable. "I'm going to come," he groaned. "I can't hold it." "Don't hold it," Lucy whispered, her hand moving from his hip to his balls, cupping them. "Let go. Let it all go." Lincoln's hips drove forward one last time, his body shuddering as he came inside Sidney, his hot seed filling her. Sidney's own climax continued, her body milking his, drawing out every drop. Lucy watched, her eyes dark with satisfaction. "Good boy," she murmured. "Now roll over." Lincoln obeyed, disengaging from Sidney, who collapsed onto her back, panting. Lucy straddled him, her wet sex pressing against his still-slick shaft. "You're not done yet," she said, lowering herself onto him. Lincoln groaned as she took him inside her, her tightness a new sensation. "I want you to watch," Lucy said, turning his face toward Sidney and Ronnie Anne, who were now tangled together, kissing deeply. "Watch them while I fuck you...watch her tutn RonnieAnne into one of us" She began to ride him, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles. Her hands pressed against his chest, .