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Gianna Dior, Aiden Starr, Emma Starletto Pic(s)
The last of the bedtime stories had been read, the child was finally asleep, and the quiet of the lavish suburban home was now a charged arena for a very different kind of game. Gianna Dior, having changed from her casual jeans into a dangerously short silk robe, let the garment gape open as she bent to pick up a stray toy, giving Aiden Starr a deliberate, unobstructed view of her full, bare breasts. Some of us don’t need cheap tricks, Aiden purred, not to be outdone, slinking across the plush carpet to press herself agat Emma Starletto from behind, her hands sliding up under Emma’s top to cup her small, pert breasts. Emma gasped, her head falling back agat Aiden’s shoulder as Gianna closed the distance, her own hands finding Emma’s hips and pulling her forward into a searing, open-mouthed kiss that tasted of wine and wild strawberries. Trapped between them, Emma became the beautiful, trembling center of their conflict, her moans muffled by Gianna’s demanding lips while Aiden’s clever fingers pinched and rolled her nipples into hardened peaks. The silk of Gianna’s robe was a cool whisper agat Emma’s feverish skin as it fell away completely, and Aiden, with a possessive growl, guided Emma to her knees on the oversized ottoman, following her down to claim her mouth in a deep, probing kiss. Gianna, refusing to be sidelined, knelt before Emma, her hands spreading Emma’s thighs apart before burying her face between them with a hungry, relentless focus, her tongue finding a rhythm that made Emma cry out agat Aiden’s mouth. Aiden held Emma upright, one hand tangling in her hair, the other tracing the delicate line of her spine down to where Gianna was feasting, the air filling with the wet, slick sounds of Gianna’s devotion and Emma’s escalating whimpers. The battle lines had dissolved into a symphony of shared pleasure, a competition now of who could wring the most desperate, shattered sounds from their shared prize, their techniques a masterclass in contrast—Gianna’s fervent, direct onslaught versus Aiden’s teasing, possessive control. When Emma’s body finally convulsed, a raw, screaming climax tearing through her that was fueled by two sets of expert hands and mouths, she collapsed, spent and shaking, the unspoken answer to who had won hanging triumphantly in the humid, perfumed air.
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