Hannies threesome
The neon lights of the club flickered and danced, casting a kaleidoscope of shadows across the writhing bodies of the dancers. Amidst the throng, a solitary figure stood out: a girl with hair so dark it was almost blue, with a solitary streak of pink that shone like a beacon in the night. Her name was Charlotte, and she had a look in her eye that told you she was hunting. She wasn't alone in her quest; Rachel, her girlfriend, moved through the crowd with the same predatory grace, a stark contrast in her short-haired, punky style.
Charlotte's eyes locked onto her prey: a girl with legs that went on forever, wrapped in a light blue dress that whispered secrets of the body beneath. The tall girl was a vision, a stark contrast to the sea of black-clad emos that filled the dance floor. She approached, a knowing smile playing on her lips, and placed a hand on the stranger's hip. The music was a thunderous bass that you felt more than heard, but somehow, her voice cut through the din.
"You're so fucking hot," she shouted over the noise, her breath warm and sweet with a hint of mint. "I've been watching you all night."
The tall girl's eyes widened in surprise, but the way Charlotte's hand slid over her curves, the confidence in her touch, made something inside her stomach flip. She had been watching, hadn't she? And it was flattering, in a way that made her pulse quicken. They began to kiss, tentative at first, but with an undeniable heat building between them. It was like sparks flying in a dark room, hinting at a fire that could soon engulf them both.
Rachel, ever the opportunist, saw the scene unfold from across the room. She pushed through the gyrating mass of people, a grin spreading across her face like a Cheshire cat. She didn't interrupt; instead, she slid up behind Charlotte, her hand claiming the untouched ass with a possessive squeeze. Charlotte broke the kiss to look over her shoulder, her eyes flashing with excitement and a challenge. Rachel's mouth was at her ear now, whispering, "You want to play?"
The tall girl, caught in the crossfire of their desire, felt a rush of something she hadn't quite felt before. The way Rachel's hand claimed Charlotte, the way their eyes locked over her shoulder, it was like being invited into a secret club she hadn't even known existed. Her breath hitched as Rachel's voice, a low and seductive purr, asked if she'd like to join them. The air grew thick with anticipation as the three of them stood, a tableau of lust in the pulsating heart of the club.
For a moment, she was frozen, unsure of the dance she'd just been asked to step into. Then Rachel's lips found her neck, and she realized that words were no longer necessary. Rachel's kiss was a promise, a question, and an answer all rolled into one. Her teeth grazed the sensitive skin just below her ear, sending shivers down her spine, and she felt her body respond, her hips pushing back into Rachel's grasp.
Charlotte's fingers continued their exploration, tracing patterns on her stomach, moving up to tease her breasts through the fabric of her dress. Rachel's hand slid down the side of her thigh, her nails digging in just enough to make her gasp. The world outside their little bubble faded away as the music, the lights, the very air around them seemed to vibrate with the electricity of the moment.
Hannie melted into them, allowing herself to be sandwiched between their bodies, feeling their heat, their desire. Rachel's kisses grew more insistent, her hand sliding up under the hem of her dress to caress the bare flesh of her thigh. Charlotte's mouth found hers again, their tongues dancing together as Rachel's hand inched higher. It was all so overwhelming, so intoxicating, that she could hardly believe this was happening to her.
But it was. And as the music swelled around them, the beat syncing with the thundering of her heart, she knew she didn't want it to stop. Rachel's fingers reached the apex of her thighs, brushing against the damp fabric of her panties, and she knew she'd made her decision. She was going to let these two beautiful, mysterious creatures take her home, and she was going to let them do whatever they wanted with her. The thrill of the unknown was too much to resist.
They stumbled out of the club into the cool night air, hailing a taxi with an urgency that made the driver's eyes widen. The car's interior was suddenly too small, too intimate, as Rachel slammed the door shut behind them. Charlotte didn't waste a second, pushing her back onto the seat and climbing on top, straddling her with a wicked grin. Rachel slid in beside her, one hand on the back of her neck, pulling her in for a deep, bruising kiss that left her breathless. The taxi driver looked back in the mirror, his eyes lingering just a beat too long before he focused on the road ahead, the scent of arousal filling the cabin.
Their hands were everywhere: in hair, under clothes, on skin. Rachel's hand slipped under her dress, her palm cupping her breast, her thumb playing with the sensitive peak through the lace of her bra. Charlotte's mouth found her neck again, kissing and biting in a way that made her arch up into Rachel's touch. The driver's eyes flicked to the mirror every few seconds, his knuckles white on the steering wheel as he tried not to get too lost in the show unfolding in the backseat.
The car ride was a blur of gasps and moans, of Rachel's teeth grazing her nipple, of Charlotte's hand sliding up her inner thigh, her fingertips playing with the damp fabric of her panties. Rachel's hand left her breast to trace the line of her ribs, then slid lower, her nails scraping lightly along her belly until she reached the waistband of her underwear. She looked into Rachel's eyes, questioning, and Rachel nodded, her own eyes dark with lust. She allowed Rachel to push the fabric aside, her fingertips brushing against the slickness that had gathered there.
The taxi ride was both an eternity and a heartbeat. The anticipation was a living thing, coiling in her stomach, making her thighs clench and her toes curl in her shoes. Rachel's touch grew bolder, her fingers slipping inside her, and she couldn't hold back the whimpers that escaped her lips. The driver's eyes met hers in the mirror, and she saw his reflection, his gaze hungry and fascinated. She felt a thrill of exhibitionism, knowing he could hear and almost see what was happening, and it only added to the intensity of the moment.
When they finally reached their destination, Rachel's hand was still buried between her legs, her thumb circling her clit in a steady rhythm that had her teetering on the edge. Charlotte leaned in, whispering, "We're going to make you feel so good tonight," before kissing her deeply once more.
They stumbled out of the taxi, Rachel and Charlotte's hands never leaving her body, and she followed them into the building, her heart racing.
The stairs were a blur, Rachel's grip firm on her hand, leading her up to their apartment on the fifth floor. She could feel the eyes of the few neighbors they passed watching them, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the thrumming in her veins and the anticipation of what awaited her. Rachel had told her to leave her panties behind in the taxi, and now she understood why.
The climb was a delicious torment. Rachel had pulled down Charlotte's tartan skirt to her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her black hello kitty top and a pair of high-heeled boots. Rachel whispered, "Show her what she's getting," and Charlotte obeyed, her bare ass bouncing with each step up. Rachel's hand was a vice around her wrist, her breath hot and ragged in her ear, urging her to keep going.
On the first landing, Charlotte spun around, her skirt fluttering up to reveal her bare, wet pussy. Rachel's hand squeezed her ass, her eyes never leaving the prize she'd claimed. "Look how much you're making her want you," Rachel murmured, her voice thick with desire. The tall girl felt a rush of power, knowing she could make someone as beautiful as Charlotte react like this. She stepped closer, her eyes locked onto Rachel's, and licked her lips. Rachel's grip tightened, her nails digging into her skin. "Good girl," she breathed, and Charlotte felt a thrill at the praise.
The climb continued, Rachel's hand guiding her up, the slap of Charlotte's bare feet on the concrete echoing in the stairwell. Every few steps, Rachel would lean in, kiss her neck, whispering dirty things that made her knees wobble. She was soaking wet, her dress clinging to her, and she knew it was a show for Rachel as much as it was for her.
Finally, they reached the top floor, and Rachel shoved the door open. The apartment was dimly lit, a warm, welcoming space that smelled faintly of incense and candle wax. Rachel didn't bother with the lights, instead pulling her into the living room and pushing her down onto the plush couch.
The kisses grew more demanding as Rachel's hand slipped under her dress again, her fingers sliding into the slick heat of her pussy. Charlotte straddled her, her own hand sliding up to Rachel's neck, pulling her closer, her hips rolling in a slow, seductive circle. Rachel's eyes were hooded with lust, her breathing ragged. "You're going to cum for us," Rachel growled, her teeth scraping her earlobe. "You're going to cum so hard you'll see stars."
The room spun around her, Rachel's fingers working their magic, Charlotte's body pressing down on her, grinding against her. She could feel Rachel's wetness through the fabric of her own clothes, and she knew she was close. The world was a haze of pleasure, the only thing real the two women above her, their desire a palpable force that seemed to fill the air.
Her climax hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her and leaving her gasping for air. Rachel's fingers didn't stop moving, pushing her higher, making her scream out her pleasure into the quiet of the night. It was the most intense orgasm she'd ever had, and she knew it was just the beginning of the night's adventures.
When she opened her eyes, Rachel and Charlotte were smiling down at her, their faces flushed with excitement. Rachel's hand slid out of her dress, and she could see the glisten of her juices on Rachel's fingers. "You liked that?" Rachel asked, her voice low and full of mischief.
Her voice was a croak, but she managed to nod. "I did," she murmured, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. Rachel's smile grew wider. "Good," she said. "Because we're just getting started."
With surprising strength, Hannie sat up, pushing Rachel back onto the couch. Rachel's eyes widened in surprise, but the excitement only grew. She was taller than both of them, and stronger, and she used it to her advantage. Rachel watched, panting, as Hannie reached under Charlotte's dress with one hand and into Rachel's leggings with the other, her long fingers finding their pussies with ease. They both moaned as she began to work her magic, their bodies already so primed that the slightest touch was electric.
Their moans grew louder, filling the room. Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head as Hannie's thumb circled her clit, her other hand buried in Charlotte's wetness. Charlotte's hips bucked, her breath coming in sharp gasps as Hannie's fingers plunged deeper.
Hannie leaned back, watching the two of them, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Hello, little fucktoys," she said, her voice a purr. "Are you going to cum for me?" Rachel and Charlotte looked at her, their eyes glazed with need, and she knew she had them. They hadn't expected this; they'd thought she'd be passive, a plaything for them to use. But she had her own ideas.
Their panting grew more frantic as she increased her pace, her thumbs rubbing circles around their clits, her fingers delving deeper. Rachel's nails dug into the couch cushions, her hips rising to meet Hannie's hand. Charlotte's breath hitched, her eyes squeezed shut as she leaned into the sensation, her body a taut bow of pleasure.
The tension in the room was palpable, a living thing that crackled in the air. Rachel felt it coiling in her belly, tightening with every stroke. Charlotte's moans grew louder, her body shaking with the effort of holding back. Rachel knew they were close; she could feel it in the way their muscles tensed around her fingers, in the desperate little noises they made. And she knew, with a dark thrill, that she was going to make them cum.
Hannie leaned back, watching the show with a wicked smile. Hannie felt the power surging through her, knowing that she had them both at her mercy. She slammed her fingers into Charlotte, her thumb pressing down hard on her clit, and Charlotte's eyes snapped open, her mouth a silent scream of pleasure. Hannie felt the warmth of her release, the wetness spreading over her hand. Charlotte's body went rigid, her back arching, before she collapsed back onto the couch, her chest heaving.
Hannie didn't miss a beat, switching her focus to Rachel. She was so close, her hips bucking up into the air, begging for release. Rachel leaned in, whispering, "Cum for me," her breath hot in Rachel's ear.
Rachel's eyes snapped open, and she looked up at Hannie, her own orgasm just out of reach. But Hannie's touch was relentless, her hand a blur of motion between Rachel's legs. Rachel's eyes rolled back, her body bowing as the waves of pleasure washed over her. She screamed, her voice a ragged shout that echoed in the apartment, her body convulsing as she came harder than she ever had before. It was like a dam had burst, of pent-up desire spilling out in a flood of pleasure that left her trembling.
When the last aftershocks of her orgasm had subsided, Rachel looked up at Hannie, her eyes wide with amazement and something else. Something like admiration. Hannie just winked, her fingers still buried in Rachel's pussy, and Rachel knew that this was going to be a night she'd never forget. The tall girl had taken control, had made them both cum with a confidence and skill that was intoxicating. Rachel felt a thrill of excitement, a hint of what was still to cum. They had invited her to play their games, but it was becoming clear that she had her own to play.
Charlotte's eyes locked onto her prey: a girl with legs that went on forever, wrapped in a light blue dress that whispered secrets of the body beneath. The tall girl was a vision, a stark contrast to the sea of black-clad emos that filled the dance floor. She approached, a knowing smile playing on her lips, and placed a hand on the stranger's hip. The music was a thunderous bass that you felt more than heard, but somehow, her voice cut through the din.
"You're so fucking hot," she shouted over the noise, her breath warm and sweet with a hint of mint. "I've been watching you all night."
The tall girl's eyes widened in surprise, but the way Charlotte's hand slid over her curves, the confidence in her touch, made something inside her stomach flip. She had been watching, hadn't she? And it was flattering, in a way that made her pulse quicken. They began to kiss, tentative at first, but with an undeniable heat building between them. It was like sparks flying in a dark room, hinting at a fire that could soon engulf them both.
Rachel, ever the opportunist, saw the scene unfold from across the room. She pushed through the gyrating mass of people, a grin spreading across her face like a Cheshire cat. She didn't interrupt; instead, she slid up behind Charlotte, her hand claiming the untouched ass with a possessive squeeze. Charlotte broke the kiss to look over her shoulder, her eyes flashing with excitement and a challenge. Rachel's mouth was at her ear now, whispering, "You want to play?"
The tall girl, caught in the crossfire of their desire, felt a rush of something she hadn't quite felt before. The way Rachel's hand claimed Charlotte, the way their eyes locked over her shoulder, it was like being invited into a secret club she hadn't even known existed. Her breath hitched as Rachel's voice, a low and seductive purr, asked if she'd like to join them. The air grew thick with anticipation as the three of them stood, a tableau of lust in the pulsating heart of the club.
For a moment, she was frozen, unsure of the dance she'd just been asked to step into. Then Rachel's lips found her neck, and she realized that words were no longer necessary. Rachel's kiss was a promise, a question, and an answer all rolled into one. Her teeth grazed the sensitive skin just below her ear, sending shivers down her spine, and she felt her body respond, her hips pushing back into Rachel's grasp.
Charlotte's fingers continued their exploration, tracing patterns on her stomach, moving up to tease her breasts through the fabric of her dress. Rachel's hand slid down the side of her thigh, her nails digging in just enough to make her gasp. The world outside their little bubble faded away as the music, the lights, the very air around them seemed to vibrate with the electricity of the moment.
Hannie melted into them, allowing herself to be sandwiched between their bodies, feeling their heat, their desire. Rachel's kisses grew more insistent, her hand sliding up under the hem of her dress to caress the bare flesh of her thigh. Charlotte's mouth found hers again, their tongues dancing together as Rachel's hand inched higher. It was all so overwhelming, so intoxicating, that she could hardly believe this was happening to her.
But it was. And as the music swelled around them, the beat syncing with the thundering of her heart, she knew she didn't want it to stop. Rachel's fingers reached the apex of her thighs, brushing against the damp fabric of her panties, and she knew she'd made her decision. She was going to let these two beautiful, mysterious creatures take her home, and she was going to let them do whatever they wanted with her. The thrill of the unknown was too much to resist.
They stumbled out of the club into the cool night air, hailing a taxi with an urgency that made the driver's eyes widen. The car's interior was suddenly too small, too intimate, as Rachel slammed the door shut behind them. Charlotte didn't waste a second, pushing her back onto the seat and climbing on top, straddling her with a wicked grin. Rachel slid in beside her, one hand on the back of her neck, pulling her in for a deep, bruising kiss that left her breathless. The taxi driver looked back in the mirror, his eyes lingering just a beat too long before he focused on the road ahead, the scent of arousal filling the cabin.
Their hands were everywhere: in hair, under clothes, on skin. Rachel's hand slipped under her dress, her palm cupping her breast, her thumb playing with the sensitive peak through the lace of her bra. Charlotte's mouth found her neck again, kissing and biting in a way that made her arch up into Rachel's touch. The driver's eyes flicked to the mirror every few seconds, his knuckles white on the steering wheel as he tried not to get too lost in the show unfolding in the backseat.
The car ride was a blur of gasps and moans, of Rachel's teeth grazing her nipple, of Charlotte's hand sliding up her inner thigh, her fingertips playing with the damp fabric of her panties. Rachel's hand left her breast to trace the line of her ribs, then slid lower, her nails scraping lightly along her belly until she reached the waistband of her underwear. She looked into Rachel's eyes, questioning, and Rachel nodded, her own eyes dark with lust. She allowed Rachel to push the fabric aside, her fingertips brushing against the slickness that had gathered there.
The taxi ride was both an eternity and a heartbeat. The anticipation was a living thing, coiling in her stomach, making her thighs clench and her toes curl in her shoes. Rachel's touch grew bolder, her fingers slipping inside her, and she couldn't hold back the whimpers that escaped her lips. The driver's eyes met hers in the mirror, and she saw his reflection, his gaze hungry and fascinated. She felt a thrill of exhibitionism, knowing he could hear and almost see what was happening, and it only added to the intensity of the moment.
When they finally reached their destination, Rachel's hand was still buried between her legs, her thumb circling her clit in a steady rhythm that had her teetering on the edge. Charlotte leaned in, whispering, "We're going to make you feel so good tonight," before kissing her deeply once more.
They stumbled out of the taxi, Rachel and Charlotte's hands never leaving her body, and she followed them into the building, her heart racing.
The stairs were a blur, Rachel's grip firm on her hand, leading her up to their apartment on the fifth floor. She could feel the eyes of the few neighbors they passed watching them, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the thrumming in her veins and the anticipation of what awaited her. Rachel had told her to leave her panties behind in the taxi, and now she understood why.
The climb was a delicious torment. Rachel had pulled down Charlotte's tartan skirt to her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her black hello kitty top and a pair of high-heeled boots. Rachel whispered, "Show her what she's getting," and Charlotte obeyed, her bare ass bouncing with each step up. Rachel's hand was a vice around her wrist, her breath hot and ragged in her ear, urging her to keep going.
On the first landing, Charlotte spun around, her skirt fluttering up to reveal her bare, wet pussy. Rachel's hand squeezed her ass, her eyes never leaving the prize she'd claimed. "Look how much you're making her want you," Rachel murmured, her voice thick with desire. The tall girl felt a rush of power, knowing she could make someone as beautiful as Charlotte react like this. She stepped closer, her eyes locked onto Rachel's, and licked her lips. Rachel's grip tightened, her nails digging into her skin. "Good girl," she breathed, and Charlotte felt a thrill at the praise.
The climb continued, Rachel's hand guiding her up, the slap of Charlotte's bare feet on the concrete echoing in the stairwell. Every few steps, Rachel would lean in, kiss her neck, whispering dirty things that made her knees wobble. She was soaking wet, her dress clinging to her, and she knew it was a show for Rachel as much as it was for her.
Finally, they reached the top floor, and Rachel shoved the door open. The apartment was dimly lit, a warm, welcoming space that smelled faintly of incense and candle wax. Rachel didn't bother with the lights, instead pulling her into the living room and pushing her down onto the plush couch.
The kisses grew more demanding as Rachel's hand slipped under her dress again, her fingers sliding into the slick heat of her pussy. Charlotte straddled her, her own hand sliding up to Rachel's neck, pulling her closer, her hips rolling in a slow, seductive circle. Rachel's eyes were hooded with lust, her breathing ragged. "You're going to cum for us," Rachel growled, her teeth scraping her earlobe. "You're going to cum so hard you'll see stars."
The room spun around her, Rachel's fingers working their magic, Charlotte's body pressing down on her, grinding against her. She could feel Rachel's wetness through the fabric of her own clothes, and she knew she was close. The world was a haze of pleasure, the only thing real the two women above her, their desire a palpable force that seemed to fill the air.
Her climax hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her and leaving her gasping for air. Rachel's fingers didn't stop moving, pushing her higher, making her scream out her pleasure into the quiet of the night. It was the most intense orgasm she'd ever had, and she knew it was just the beginning of the night's adventures.
When she opened her eyes, Rachel and Charlotte were smiling down at her, their faces flushed with excitement. Rachel's hand slid out of her dress, and she could see the glisten of her juices on Rachel's fingers. "You liked that?" Rachel asked, her voice low and full of mischief.
Her voice was a croak, but she managed to nod. "I did," she murmured, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. Rachel's smile grew wider. "Good," she said. "Because we're just getting started."
With surprising strength, Hannie sat up, pushing Rachel back onto the couch. Rachel's eyes widened in surprise, but the excitement only grew. She was taller than both of them, and stronger, and she used it to her advantage. Rachel watched, panting, as Hannie reached under Charlotte's dress with one hand and into Rachel's leggings with the other, her long fingers finding their pussies with ease. They both moaned as she began to work her magic, their bodies already so primed that the slightest touch was electric.
Their moans grew louder, filling the room. Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head as Hannie's thumb circled her clit, her other hand buried in Charlotte's wetness. Charlotte's hips bucked, her breath coming in sharp gasps as Hannie's fingers plunged deeper.
Hannie leaned back, watching the two of them, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Hello, little fucktoys," she said, her voice a purr. "Are you going to cum for me?" Rachel and Charlotte looked at her, their eyes glazed with need, and she knew she had them. They hadn't expected this; they'd thought she'd be passive, a plaything for them to use. But she had her own ideas.
Their panting grew more frantic as she increased her pace, her thumbs rubbing circles around their clits, her fingers delving deeper. Rachel's nails dug into the couch cushions, her hips rising to meet Hannie's hand. Charlotte's breath hitched, her eyes squeezed shut as she leaned into the sensation, her body a taut bow of pleasure.
The tension in the room was palpable, a living thing that crackled in the air. Rachel felt it coiling in her belly, tightening with every stroke. Charlotte's moans grew louder, her body shaking with the effort of holding back. Rachel knew they were close; she could feel it in the way their muscles tensed around her fingers, in the desperate little noises they made. And she knew, with a dark thrill, that she was going to make them cum.
Hannie leaned back, watching the show with a wicked smile. Hannie felt the power surging through her, knowing that she had them both at her mercy. She slammed her fingers into Charlotte, her thumb pressing down hard on her clit, and Charlotte's eyes snapped open, her mouth a silent scream of pleasure. Hannie felt the warmth of her release, the wetness spreading over her hand. Charlotte's body went rigid, her back arching, before she collapsed back onto the couch, her chest heaving.
Hannie didn't miss a beat, switching her focus to Rachel. She was so close, her hips bucking up into the air, begging for release. Rachel leaned in, whispering, "Cum for me," her breath hot in Rachel's ear.
Rachel's eyes snapped open, and she looked up at Hannie, her own orgasm just out of reach. But Hannie's touch was relentless, her hand a blur of motion between Rachel's legs. Rachel's eyes rolled back, her body bowing as the waves of pleasure washed over her. She screamed, her voice a ragged shout that echoed in the apartment, her body convulsing as she came harder than she ever had before. It was like a dam had burst, of pent-up desire spilling out in a flood of pleasure that left her trembling.
When the last aftershocks of her orgasm had subsided, Rachel looked up at Hannie, her eyes wide with amazement and something else. Something like admiration. Hannie just winked, her fingers still buried in Rachel's pussy, and Rachel knew that this was going to be a night she'd never forget. The tall girl had taken control, had made them both cum with a confidence and skill that was intoxicating. Rachel felt a thrill of excitement, a hint of what was still to cum. They had invited her to play their games, but it was becoming clear that she had her own to play.
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