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The suite door swung open with a theatrical little shove from Camille's hip. She led the way inside with a bounce, her pink one-piece riding scandalously high as she strutted across the marble tiles. Lara followed, her semi-sheer red bikini clinging wetly to her curves, the tiny triangle of fabric at the back already trying to disappear between her cheeks.
Enzo and Elias trailed behind like they'd been lassoed, eyes fixed, jaws loose, hearts somewhere between disbelief and lust.
"That guy at the pool bar.." Camille started, flopping onto the edge of the bed and stretching her legs like a cat, "he nearly fell off his stool when you bent over."
Lara grinned. "Which time?"
Camille smirked. "Take your pick. Honestly, your bikini's doing less work than sunscreen."
"I saw you untie your straps and pretend to adjust your bottoms." Lara shot back, strolling toward the windows. "That lifeguard's mouth actually opened."
"I'm a public service, bébé," Camille purred, watching Lara with growing appetite. "But you.. they were staring at you like they'd pay to watch you peel a mango."
Lara laughed -- loud, flushed, playful -- and stood in the pool of golden afternoon light that spilled through the suite's wall-to-ceiling windows. One floor below, the pool deck shimmered. No curtains. No shame.
She turned to face them, hands on hips. "Tell me, boys. What were you staring at?"
Enzo chuckled, but Elias just said, "Everything," under his breath, still caught on the way the red costume clung to Lara's wet skin, still trying to figure out how a swimsuit that revealed so much could still be technically legal in public.
Camille was already up, slinking behind Lara like a shadow with a motive. "That's what I thought," she whispered, resting her hands on Lara's waist and leaning close.
Lara stilled, her skin humming.
Camille's fingers slipped beneath the sides of the bikini top, brushing against the soft curve of Lara's breasts. "These," she said quietly, "look too good to be covered." She gently lifted the top up slightly, just enough to expose the underside. "Don't you think?"
Lara's breath caught, and the boys froze.
"Wait," Camille said, reaching for the side table. "Oil first. Let's make her shine."
She pumped a generous slick of tanning oil into her hands and began spreading it over Lara's shoulders. The scent of coconut and something darker filled the air. Slowly, Camille's hands glided over Lara's back, down to the base of her spine, then over the swell of her hips. Her voice dropped a note. "I love this part. Glistening is the first step to sin."
Lara's body arched into the touch as Camille's palms slid forward, oiling her belly, up to her chest. She cupped Lara's breasts over the bikini and then slipped her fingers underneath, lifting, teasing, letting the slippery fabric slide up just enough to show a glimpse of dark nipples before smoothing it back down.
"She looks edible," Camille said with a satisfied sigh, pressing herself lightly against Lara from behind.
Lara turned her head slightly. "You're enjoying this too much."
"Correction," Camille murmured, sliding her hand boldly down the front of Lara's bikini bottoms. "We're just getting started."
Lara gasped, legs tightening, back arching.
Camille didn't move her hand, just kept it there, possessive and wicked. "You two.." she said, eyes flicking to Enzo and Elias. "Want to see more?"
They both nodded, hard.
Camille grinned. "Say please."
"Please," Elias breathed, already undone.
"Mm. Much better," she said, slipping Lara's bikini top to either side, breasts --glistening, proud, and no longer hiding a thing. The shine of oil, the hardening of her nipples, the flush rising in her cheeks -- Lara looked like a centerfold caught between innocence and invitation.
"I think you got the most looks," Camille whispered in her ear. "Because they could see your nipples through this little red nothing."
"They could see everything," Lara whispered back, rolling her hips against Camille's front. "Especially when I leaned over the sunbed."
Camille slid her hand out from Lara's bikini bottoms slowly -- knuckles glistening -- then brought it up to Lara's mouth. Lara licked the oil from Camille's fingers without breaking eye contact.
Enzo let out an audible exhale. Elias looked like he was seconds from kneeling.
Without a word, Camille spun Lara around reached back down, this time tugging the small red triangle of fabric aside entirely, exposing the full curve of Lara's rear. She pumped more oil into her palm and began smoothing it across each cheek -- deliberate, slow, obscene -- then down the middle with a firm, gliding pass that parted her just enough to show everything.
"Mm," Camille murmured, biting her lip. "This is the best bit, boys. You're looking at the most delicious part. Just wait till she starts twitching."
Lara moaned softly and arched her back. Enzo swore under his breath. Elias actually took a half-step forward, as if drawn in by gravity.
Camille chuckled, wicked and pleased. "Thought so."
She kissed Lara's shoulder, then pulled her bikini bottoms halfway down her thighs, letting them cling just enough to frame the view. "Now we're ready."
Then she walked them both backward toward the bed, still holding Lara. "Come," she said. "Let's get comfortable."
They lay back across the king bed, Camille underneath, Lara straddling her waist. Sunlight flooded the sheets, backlighting Lara's curves, casting shadows on her thighs, her ribs, the underswell of her breasts.
"God," Camille whispered, sliding her hands up Lara's thighs. "Look at you."
Lara leaned down, brushing their lips together. "I'm still deciding who got stared at more."
"Babe," Camille said, licking a slow line from Lara's chin to her bottom lip. "They weren't looking at me."
Their kiss deepened -- soft but growing urgent. Tongues flicked, lips parted, gasps exchanged. The room pulsed with voyeur energy.
Camille tilted her head toward the boys. "You're allowed to watch."
Enzo stepped forward, nearly tripping over his own feet.
"Touch, too," Camille added, as Lara's bikini bottoms began to inch lower with each sway of her hips. "If you're brave."
---
Camille tilted her chin up from the bed, eyes on Lara's flushed, oiled chest. "You know what I want," she whispered, voice like honey spiked with something stronger.
Lara arched slowly, hips rolling against Camille's waist as she rose higher on her knees. The sunlight caught the slick curves of her thighs and belly, catching on the droplet of oil that slipped slowly from the valley between her breasts down to her navel.
"You're glowing," Camille whispered. "And I'm greedy."
Her hands slid up Lara's thighs again, pulling the bikini bottoms even lower--just enough to show the soft dip where her hips flared and her rear curved under. She kept Lara suspended there, framed in light and hunger, while her eyes flicked to the two men.
"Enzo. Elias," she purred, "come closer. Lara wants to be admired."
They obeyed, stepping forward until they were at the edge of the bed, nearly eye-level with Lara's glistening torso.
"Now," Camille continued, all velvet menace, "who wants to touch her first?"
The air was tight with tension.
"Her breasts," she said, licking her lips. "Start there. Go slow. You'll see how soft she is."
Enzo reached up first, tentative, brushing his fingertips across Lara's left breast. She inhaled sharply. Camille arched against her from below, pushing her higher.
"Gently," Camille coached. "Feel how warm she is. She's been soaking up the sun and the looks."
Elias joined him, cupping the other side. Lara's breasts were firm and full, the weight of them pulling gently downward -- brown nipples already hard, jutting like they wanted attention and knew they'd get it. The men's thumbs traced slow, deliberate paths from the soft underside up to the peaks, circling, then pinching just enough to make Lara twitch.
Her eyes fluttered shut. She rocked forward, chest pushing into their hands, arms bracing against Camille's shoulders as her breath stuttered out in a moan.
Camille grinned beneath her, watching the show with greedy satisfaction. "Look at them--so fucking firm. You could bounce coins off her tits and she'd beg for more."
Then, sharper: "Harder. She loves when they hurt just a little."
The guys didn't need telling twice.
"Mmm," she exhaled, voice low, delicious. "It feels good. Keep going."
Camille smiled up at her. "Say it filthier."
Lara opened her eyes, meeting Camille's with a spark. "They feel so fucking good," she moaned. "I love their hands on me."
"Better," Camille said, dragging Lara's bikini bottoms further down with one smooth pull. They slipped halfway down her thighs, still wet and clinging, but no longer hiding anything.
"She's wet already," Camille announced, like a proud hostess presenting a dish. "Go on, touch her. Wherever you like."
Enzo's hand slid slowly down the length of her back, fingers trembling just slightly as they reached the small of it. He paused at the curve of her rear -- the heat, the shimmer, the way it flexed with every breath she took. He ran his palm gently across one cheek, then the other, hesitating at the slick, parted valley between.
Lara exhaled -- a low, hungry sound -- and arched her hips in silent invitation.
That was all the encouragement Enzo needed. His hand slipped lower, gliding beneath and forward, finally reaching her pussy. His fingers began to move in slow, deliberate circles -- not deep, not yet -- just gliding slickly over the top, circling her outer lips, tracing every curve without entering. He rubbed softly around the edge, teasing the slickness, pressing down just enough to make her twitch, but always pulling back before giving her more.
The oil and heat made every stroke loud, wet, messy -- the sounds filling the space between gasps and soft moans.
Elias moved behind her, sinking onto the bed. He'd been cupping her breasts moments ago, but now his hands slid lower, exploring the curve of her rear. He slowly eased her cheeks apart, his mouth falling open as the view deepened.
"Jesus," he murmured, more breath than voice.
With Lara's ass now fully exposed -- glistening, twitching under the sunlight -- he leaned in closer, unable to help himself. One hand held her parted, the other reached between, fingertips tracing soft strokes around her rim. Just the lightest touch -- slippery, teasing, maddening -- like he was drawing invisible circles where her body tensed and begged.
Lara whimpered and bucked slightly, hips caught between Enzo's deliberate teasing at the front and Elias's slow stroke at the back.
Then Camille pulled her down into a kiss -- deep, wet, claiming. Their mouths collided, tongues sliding and lips parting with the sounds of heat and hunger. Lara moaned into it, trembling harder as the stimulation doubled, her whole body caught between teasing fingers and Camille's greedy mouth.
Camille gripped her jaw and kissed her deeper, devouring the sound of Lara's need while watching the way her rear clenched around Elias's fingers.
She broke the kiss with a breathless smile. "You're so fucking responsive," she whispered against Lara's lips. "Every time I push you, you get wetter."
Lara gasped, nodding. "I love it.."
Camille's eyes gleamed. "Good. Then let's see how much more you can take."
Camille turned her head to Elias, tone sultry but commanding. "Spread her cheeks wider. Let her feel it. She's already open for you."
Elias obeyed, thumbs gliding along the curves and gently pulling her wider.
The moan that broke from Lara's lips was deeper now -- raw and unfiltered. Her hips rocked involuntarily, face flush with pleasure.
"Good girl," Camille whispered, reaching up to hold Lara's waist. "Tell them what you want."
Lara looked over her shoulder, panting. "Touch me everywhere. Don't stop. I want it filthy."
Elias groaned audibly, fingers now slipping lower, gently circling her rear entrance.
Camille's grin turned wolfish. "Use your fingers. Let her feel how full she can be."
Lara gasped as two slick fingers pushed gently against her rear. Camille's hands were on her hips now, holding her steady, guiding her open. Lara's thighs trembled.
"Oh my god," she moaned. "Yes. There. Don't stop."
Enzo, still rubbing her pussy, leaned in to kiss the curve of her breast, then lower, lips trailing slick oil trails across her belly.
Lara's head dropped forward, and Camille pulled her into a kiss -- deeper this time, messier. Tongues tangling, lips slick and greedy. Their breath came in little gasps between kisses, heat mounting with every grinding second.
Camille broke the kiss only long enough to murmur, "Boys, she's ready. You can take her now.. wherever you want."
Lara turned to look over her shoulder again, rear still stretched open by Elias' fingers. "Both of you," she said, eyes gleaming. "Fill me. I want to be used."
Camille reached up and held Lara's mouth close. "Say what you want, exactly how you want it."
"I want to be fucked," Lara whispered. "In my pussy and my ass. I want both of you inside me."
Camille grinned. "And I want a front row seat."
---
"Go slow," Camille murmured, propping herself up on her elbows beneath Lara's swaying body. "Let me watch her stretch around you."
Enzo knelt between Lara's thighs, his hands on her hips, steadying her. She was slick, flushed, trembling -- her pussy wide open, her ass still twitching from Elias' fingers.
Lara looked down at Camille, lips parted. "Do it. Please."
"Which one, bébé?" Camille teased, licking her lips. "Front first, or rear?"
Lara moaned. "Front. I want to see his face when he slides in."
Enzo didn't need another word. He lined himself up, dragging the tip against her folds, letting her hips rock forward -- inviting, offering. Camille watched from below as Lara's breath hitched, her lips parted, her whole body holding still for that perfect moment of stretch.
Then Enzo pushed in.
Lara gasped -- deep, loud, desperate -- her thighs tensing, her back arching as the first few inches filled her. Her fingers clutched Camille's shoulders, nails digging into the slick skin like she needed something to anchor her through the jolt of sensation. Her mouth hung open in stunned pleasure.
Camille's gaze flicked between Lara's face and Enzo's cock disappearing into her. She grinned -- wicked, sharp, and deeply satisfied. "Fuck, look at your face," she murmured. "Is that what you needed? A thick, hard cock sliding into that needy little pussy?"
Lara shuddered, moaning helplessly.
Camille cupped her cheek, holding her gaze. "Say it. Tell me that's what you want -- stretched wide and filled up like a filthy little toy."
Lara whimpered, then nodded, voice breaking. "Yes.. yes, I want it. I need it.."
Camille kissed her hard, then growled against her mouth. "Good girl. Now take the rest."
Enzo slid deeper, inch by slow inch, until Lara's hips trembled and she let out a choked, gasping moan. Her fingers clenched, jaw slack, eyes fluttering open like she couldn't quite believe how full she felt.
Camille watched every flicker of expression -- the strain, the bliss, the greedy helplessness blooming across Lara's face -- and smiled like she'd just unwrapped her favorite dessert. She murmured to Enzo, her voice low and rough. "She's thirsty. Give it to her harder."
Enzo's hands tightened around Lara's waist.
"She can take it," Camille whispered, licking Lara's earlobe. "Fuck her like she's not leaving this bed walking."
He pulled back, then thrust forward -- harder this time - his thighs slapping on her rear. Lara cried out, back arching, body jolting with the impact.
Camille laughed softly against her throat. "There it is. You hear that, baby? That's what your greedy little cunt sounds like when it gets exactly what it wants."
Another thrust -- deeper, louder. Lara moaned again, wilder now.
Camille's hands roamed Lara's waist, her belly, her breasts -- everywhere that trembled. But then her eyes flicked to Elias, still standing uselessly at the side, staring at the slick scene with one hand clenched at his thigh.
"No room back there, is there?" Camille said, half-laughing. "Poor Elias. Just standing there, watching, while your mouth's doing nothing."
She crooked her finger. "Come here."
Elias stepped forward, dazed, obedient.
Camille pulled him close and guided him to the edge of the bed, right in front of Lara's face. Lara was moaning, mouth open, arms trembling, but Camille grabbed her by the hair and tilted her head up.
"Don't be rude," she said, voice sharp and filthy. "You've got a guest standing here with his cock out and you're just ignoring him? You fucking tease."
Lara whimpered, lips brushing the tip.
Camille smirked and whispered close to her ear, "Show them how greedy you really are."
Lara opened her mouth.
Elias groaned and stepped closer, his tip brushing her lips as Camille gripped her hair tighter. Lara obeyed, mouth stretching, tongue out, eyes glassy with lust. Camille guided Elias in, slowly at first, letting Lara feel the weight of it as Enzo kept thrusting into her from behind.
The moan she gave -- muffled, vibrating around Elias's cock -- sent a shiver through all three of them.
Camille was grinning like the devil, her voice rising with each movement. "Look at you. So full. One in your mouth, one in your cunt, and you're still clenching like you want more."
Lara whimpered around Elias's shaft, the pressure building between thrusts, her body rippling with overstimulated need.
"Fuck her harder," Camille said to Enzo. "She's dripping down your balls." Enzo groaned and obeyed, slamming deeper, his thighs slapping against Lara's rear.
Elias rocked his hips forward in rhythm, his hands tangled in Lara's dark, damp hair. "Shit--she's perfect."
Camille lay beneath Lara, their bodies pressed together from chest to thigh, slick skin sliding with every thrust that rocked Lara from behind. Camille had a perfect view -- of Lara's flushed face, her parted lips wrapped around Elias, her brown nipples swinging inches above her own mouth.
Every time Enzo thrust from behind, Lara's body jolted forward, pushing her deeper onto Elias's cock -- then rocked back again, breasts swaying, thighs trembling, helplessly caught between pleasure and overload.
Camille grinned up at her, wicked and breathless, hands cupping Lara's breasts as they moved. "God, look at you," she whispered, squeezing them just enough to make Lara twitch. "Stuffed at both ends, dripping on me like you're melting."
She leaned up, licking slowly along Lara's chin, catching a trail of slick and spit, then kissed her neck -- open-mouthed, greedy, claiming.
"You feel that stretch, bébé?" Camille whispered, biting gently below Lara's ear. "Your pussy clenching, your throat stuffed, your tits bouncing in my hands."
Lara moaned around Elias's cock, breath catching as Camille's hands found her nipples and tugged.
Camille chuckled darkly. "You like being used like this, don't you? Nothing left to say?" She licked again, slow and wet across Lara's throat, then looked into her eyes -- wild, dazed, and shining.
"I can feel how much you love it," she whispered, voice breaking into a grin. "You're rubbing your clit on my belly trying to cum while you swallow his load."
Then she kissed her hard -- messy, open, tongue everywhere -- even as Lara kept moaning, kept rocking, kept offering everything.
Camille felt the rhythm shift -- Enzo's thrusts growing rougher, more erratic, hips slapping harder against Lara's rear. Beneath her, she tightened her grip on Lara's breasts, still watching her face with hungry, unblinking focus.
"She's close," Camille purred. "So are you, aren't you, baby? You feel her gripping your cock like she wants to keep it."
Enzo groaned, low and ragged. Just before he lost it, he reached forward and grabbed Lara's cheeks, spreading them wide, pulling her open so he could see everything -- her ass stretched wide, his cock sliding inside her, the way she clenched around him with every twitch.
That view pushed him over the edge.
His fingers dug into her hips as he buried himself one final time and let go -- pulsing deep inside her, heat spilling into her with a full-body shudder.
Lara moaned around Elias's shaft, the sound raw and broken. The stretch of being held open like that -- exposed, stuffed, and watched -- sent her spiraling. Her whole body convulsed, overwhelmed, her orgasm crashing through her like a shockwave. Her thighs shook, rear twitching against Enzo's grip, and her pussy fluttered around him, milking every drop.
Camille felt the gush of slick against her own belly, hot and wild.
"Fuck, that's it," Camille whispered, licking the corner of Lara's mouth. "Cum while he fills your pussy. Held wide like a dirty little trophy."
But Elias was right behind. His breathing turned sharp, his grip on Lara's hair tightening. He began to thrust again, faster now, right down her throat.
Camille reached up and grabbed Lara's face, fingers curling around her jaw. She held her still -- firm, commanding -- eyes locked on hers. "You're not pulling back, you hear me? Not a fucking drop."
Elias groaned loudly and came -- hard -- spilling down Lara's throat in hot, thick waves. She moaned again, swallowing instinctively as her body rocked with aftershocks.
Camille didn't let go.
She held Lara's head in place, eyes gleaming, watching her throat work -- the way it bobbed and flexed as she gulped him down, each thick swallow making her moan through her nose. Camille grinned, voice low and filthy. "That's it, baby. Take it all. Fuck, you swallow like you've been training for this." She watched Elias pant and twitch as he emptied fully. Only when the last drop was given, only when Elias staggered back, shaking, did Camille gently ease Lara's face down.
Their mouths met instantly -- no pause, no words.
Camille kissed her hard -- open, deep, filthy -- a hungry collision of lips and tongue that stole the last of Lara's breath and replaced it with more heat. Their mouths moved wetly, urgently, tongues tangling as Lara collapsed into her, body trembling, muscles still twitching from everything she'd taken.
Juice overflowed from Lara's mouth and dribbled between them, running in warm, sticky trails down the sides of Camille's face, over her cheeks, into her jawline. Camille didn't flinch -- she moaned into it, kissing deeper, swallowing every sound Lara made.
Slowly, their pace softened. The kisses turned slower, less greedy -- mouths still open but savoring, lips brushing, catching, licking lightly. Camille sucked gently on Lara's bottom lip, then kissed her again, just once, mouth to mouth.
Then again -- slower, softer.
Then finally just lips. Quiet little pecks.
One. Two. Three.
And then they both giggled, foreheads pressed together, sticky and breathless and utterly wrecked.
Still catching her breath, Lara nuzzled against Camille's cheek, her voice low and hoarse but smiling.
"Next time," she whispered, lips brushing Camille's ear, "it's your turn."
Camille smirked without missing a beat.
"Oh, bébé.. I'm counting on it."
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