"I think I can take the last one. Y-yes, I'm going with Jo's!"

Jo’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile as Suki’s trembling voice filled the charged air. The other girls exchanged glances—some pouting playfully, others grinning with anticipation—but none protested. After all, they’d all get their turn.

"Perfect," Jo murmured, her delicate fingers already reaching for the silk scarf draped over the couch. The fabric whispered against Suki’s skin as Jo tied it securely over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. Suki’s breath hitched, her senses immediately heightening—the scent of Allison’s shea butter, Cathy’s vanilla, Anita’s jasmine musk all swirling around her.

A hush fell over the room.

Then—

Fingertips—soft but assured—traced the slope of Suki’s shoulder. They glided down her arm, pausing to circle the inside of her wrist where her pulse fluttered wildly. The touch was featherlight, teasing, but there was a confidence to it, a possessiveness that made Suki’s lips part in a silent gasp.

Allison.

The athletic girl’s hands were unmistakable—strong, warm, calloused from lifting weights. Suki could practically feel Allison’s smirk as those fingers dipped lower, tracing the curve of her hip before skimming the waistband of her panties.

"Allison," Suki breathed.

A low chuckle. "Good girl." Allison’s thumb hooked into the satin, tugging it down just enough to expose the very top of Suki’s black curls before pulling away.

Hands—smaller this time—cupped Suki’s face. A thumb brushed her bottom lip, parting it gently before slipping inside. Suki moaned around the intrusion, her tongue instinctively flicking against the pad of the thumb. The taste was faintly sweet, citrusy.

The twins.

But which one?

The fingers withdrew, only to trail down her throat, over her collarbones, and then—oh—palming her small breasts. The touch was playful, squeezing just a little too hard, pinching her nipples between clever fingers.

"E-Erica," Suki guessed, her voice shaky.

A giggle—close to her left ear. "Wrong," Sam whispered, her breath hot. She pinched Suki’s nipple again, twisting lightly, and Suki arched with a whimper.

Lips.

Plush, impossibly soft, pressing against the hollow of Suki’s throat. A tongue darted out, licking a slow stripe up to her earlobe before teeth nipped lightly. The scent of vanilla and warm skin flooded Suki’s senses.

"Cathy?"

Spank.

The sharp slap to her ass made Suki yelp, her cheeks burning.

"Nope, that was actually Jo!," Cathy teased, her voice singsong.

Then a mouth—hot, wet—closed around Suki’s nipple without warning.

Suki cried out, her back bowing as clever lips sucked, tongue flicking over the stiff peak. The sensation was electric, sending jolts straight to her throbbing core. Hands gripped her waist, holding her steady as the mouth worked her mercilessly.

Anita.

The Indian girl’s tongue was relentless, her teeth grazing just enough to make Suki’s thighs tremble. She could feel Anita’s smirk against her skin as she switched to the other nipple, biting down lightly before soothing it with her tongue.

"Anita," Suki gasped, her fingers tangling in the other girl’s silky hair.

Anita hummed in approval, the vibration making Suki’s toes curl.

A hand—slender, delicate—slid between Suki’s thighs.

Suki jerked, her legs instinctively trying to clamp shut, but another pair of hands (Allison’s, she realized) gripped her knees, holding her open. The first finger traced her soaked panties, circling her clothed clit with agonizing slowness.

Jo. Again. It could only be her.

The blind girl’s touch was deliberate, knowing, as if she could see exactly how wet Suki was. Her fingertip dipped lower, pressing against the damp fabric where Suki’s entrance ached.

"Jo," Suki whimpered, her hips rocking forward.

Jo rewarded her with a firmer press, her other hand coming up to cup Suki’s breast, thumb rolling her nipple in tandem.

Suddenly, the touches came all at once—

Allison’s mouth on her neck, sucking a mark into her skin.

Cathy’s hands kneading her ass, spreading her cheeks just slightly.

Sam and Erica’s fingers pinching her nipples in unison.

Anita’s tongue tracing the shell of her ear.

And Jo—

Jo’s finger finally, finally slipping beneath her panties, sliding through her slick folds with a low, approving hum.

Suki broke.

Her back arched, a **** moan tearing from her throat as pleasure crackled through her like lightning. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, her entire world reduced to the hands and mouths claiming her.

"Who—who’s—?" she tried, her voice shattered.

Jo’s lips brushed her ear. "Does it matter?"

And then—

Oh god.

Jo’s finger pushed inside.

Suki screamed.