threesome

The mark pulsed beneath Daniel's skin like a second heart. His knees ached against the cold bathroom floor, but he didn't care—not when every stroke of the name "Rafaela" on his shirt burned him with desire. Júlia was already standing, her dress slipping off her shoulders, the mark on her collarbone red and swollen.

"Let's go," Rafaela ordered, pulling them both by the wrist like the owner of a living collection.

The hallway was empty. Their footsteps echoed, interspersed with the damp sound of Daniel adjusting his pants to hide his throbbing erection. Júlia didn't mind—her lace panties were soaked, clinging to her thighs with every step.

Rafaela's bedroom door creaked open. Inside, the bed was unmade, clothes scattered, and in the center, a black leather belt lay on top of the pillow.

"You know what this means," Rafaela didn't ask. She buried her fingers in Julia's hair, pulling her into a kiss that made the other moan. Daniel watched, swallowing hard, as Rafaela's tongue possessively invaded her colleague's mouth.

"Take off your clothes," she ordered, breaking the kiss to look at Daniel. "Both of you."

Julia was quick—the dress fell, followed by her panties. Her breasts swayed slightly, her nipples hard. Daniel hesitated, but a look from Rafaela quickened his movements. His shirt fell first, revealing her name written on his skin in indelible ink.

Rafaela smiled. She picked up the belt.

"On all fours. Both of you."

Julia obeyed first, lying down on the bed with her back arched, her hips raised. Daniel followed, accidentally brushing her thigh with his rigid penis. Rafaela laughed softly, running her tongue over the leather of the belt.

—You're going to learn to share— she murmured, before the first blow cut through the air.

*Thump!*

The leather landed on Julia's buttocks, leaving a pink mark. She cried out, but didn't move—only pushed her hips back, offering more. Daniel trembled.

—Your turn— Rafaela whispered, turning the belt toward him.

The first blow was stronger. Daniel groaned, his fingers digging into the mattress. The pain mixed with something warmer, deeper. Julia looked at him, her eyes dark with lust, and then…

Rafaela was between them.

His cock grazed Julia's entrance first, penetrating her with a fluid motion that made them both cry out—she with pleasure, he with envy. But then Rafaela grabbed his wrist and guided it to Julia's wet pussy.

—While I fuck her, you make her come— she ordered. Daniel didn't need to be told twice. His fingers found Julia's swollen clitoris, rubbing in quick circles while Rafaela pounded inside her. The room filled with moans, the wet sound of skin against skin, the leather of the belt creaking on the bed.

Julia came first—a violent spasm, her muscles tightening around Rafaela's cock, Daniel's fingers soaked. Rafaela didn't stop. She pulled her back against her chest, and then…

"Open your mouth," she ordered Daniel.

He obeyed.

The hot semen dripped onto his tongue as Rafaela emptied herself, her fingers still buried in Julia's hip. The taste was salty, bitter, perfect. He swallowed without thinking.