**She Tasted Like Us**

I’d been crashing at Susanne and Ela’s place for the weekend, ever since my AC gave out in the middle of July. Their apartment was small, hot, and always smelled like coconut oil and sex—which, honestly, wasn’t the worst combination. The three of us had been friends for years, but lately, things had been… different. The way Susanne’s hand lingered on my thigh when we drank. The way Ela bit her lip every time I changed shirts in front of them.

Tonight, the tension finally snapped.

We’d been drinking cheap wine on their couch, all of us sweat-slicked and barely dressed. Susanne was wearing nothing but a thin tank top, her nipples hard under the fabric. Ela had on tiny shorts that rode up whenever she shifted, showing off the curve of her ass. I was half-hard just watching them, but I kept my hands to myself—until Ela reached over and dragged her fingers through the condensation on her glass, then pressed them against my lips.

“You’re thirsty,” she murmured, eyes dark.

I sucked the wine from her fingers, and Susanne let out this soft, hungry noise. That’s when I knew.

Ela leaned in first, kissing me slow, her tongue flicking against mine. She tasted like wine and salt, and when she pulled back, Susanne was already there, catching my mouth with hers. Their hands were everywhere—tugging at my shirt, palming my cock through my shorts. I groaned as Susanne pulled them down, my dick springing free, already leaking.

“Fuck, look at him,” Ela breathed, sinking to her knees. She didn’t waste time, just wrapped her lips around me, sucking hard. I hissed, my hands knotting in her hair as she bobbed, her tongue working the underside of my cock. Susanne watched, biting her lip before dropping down beside her. She kissed Ela’s shoulder, then reached between Ela’s legs, slipping her fingers under the waistband of those tiny shorts.

“She’s so wet,” Susanne told me, her voice rough. “Feel.”

Ela moaned around my dick as Susanne guided my fingers between her thighs. Her pussy was drenched, clit swollen under my touch. I rubbed circles into her, feeling her hips jerk, hearing the slick sounds as Susanne fucked her with two fingers.

“Want you both inside me,” Ela gasped, pulling off my cock.

Susanne didn’t hesitate. She yanked Ela’s shorts off completely, spreading her legs wide. I watched, my dick throbbing, as Susanne buried her face between Ela’s thighs, licking into her like she was starving. Ela’s back arched, her tits pressing against the fabric of her top. “Fuck, fuck, *yes*,” she sobbed, grinding against Susanne’s tongue.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled Susanne up, kissing her hard, tasting Ela on her lips. “I need to be inside her,” I growled.

Susanne nodded, breathless, guiding me between Ela’s legs. The second I pressed the head of my cock against her soaked entrance, she hooked her legs around my hips and dragged me in.

“Fuck, *yes*,” Ela gasped as I bottomed out, her pussy clenching around me. I started slow, rolling my hips, feeling her walls pulse. Susanne knelt beside her, kissing her, fingers working her clit in fast, tight circles. Ela’s moans got higher, more desperate. “Gonna come,” she warned, and then she did, her cunt milking my cock as she shuddered.

I couldn’t hold back. My balls tightened, and with a groan, I came hard, filling her up. Ela whimpered, her body still twitching, as I pulled out. Cum dripped from her pussy onto the couch, and Susanne *moaned*, dragging her fingers through it.

“Look at you,” she murmured to Ela, then licked her fingers clean. “*Fuck*, you taste good.”

Ela’s eyes went dark. “Clean me up properly.”

Susanne didn’t need to be told twice. She pushed Ela’s thighs apart again and dove in, lapping at her pussy, sucking my cum from her in greedy swallows. Ela arched, gasping, as Susanne’s tongue worked her through another orgasm.

I was hard again in seconds.

Susanne pulled back, lips glistening, and grinned at me. “Your turn.”

Then she kissed me, letting me taste *us* on her tongue.