There are three of you, and one of me. Three of you still clothed, while mine are crumpled in the corner. I can't even quite remember who divested me of what - all I know is that five minutes earlier I was wearing a skirt, a blouse, and underwear, and now all I am clad in is skin.
There are three of you, and one of me. Three of you sitting down on the edge of the bed, watching me as I touch myself. I stand with my legs spread, cunt welcoming my fingers.
I wish one of you were touching me.
Hearing my unspoken request, you all stand and I am once again surrounded. There's a mouth plundering mine, another on my breast, and a third teasing its way across my belly. My legs begin to buckle.
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