"Having her only watch would be pretty boring, though." Makoto thrust into Yuna from below, taking his time with the motion. Then he turned to Mika with an inviting wink, "You can come ride my face instead, Mika. Yuna says my tongue is out of this world. Always makes her cum like crazy."
Mika's sweet, innocent act dropped completely. A slow grin spread across her face as she looked between them. "Oh really?" She crawled across the bed toward them, moving with newfound confidence.
Yuna's eyes narrowed. Something competitive flashed across her face, but she kept quiet. Instead, she shifted her weight and ground her hips down against him in a slow circle. "He's not lying," she said, her voice low. "He's a pig. But he's a very talented pig."
Mika hesitated for just a moment before settling over him. She seemed unsure at first, then more confident as she found the right position. Her soft weight pressed against his face. She still smelled like sleep and sex, mixed with traces of his scent from the t-shirt she wore.
"Well then," Mika whispered as she lowered herself onto his waiting tongue. "Guess I'll have to see for myself."
Her cunt was hot and wet against his mouth, impossibly tight. She tasted like herself, like him, like everything they'd done that night. The mix of innocence and sin, of fantasies finally coming true.
Yuna let out a long groan as she started riding him. Her rhythm was slow and steady, completely possessive.
Makoto sucked and traced Mika's labia with his tongue before sliding it inside her. "You taste nice, Mika. Like jasmine and dried cum." He murmured with mischief in his eyes. "But I prefer Yuna's strawberry taste, though."
Mika gasped sharply as his tongue slid in. Her whole body went rigid, then shivered. "Jasmine?" Her voice came out rough. "That's my body wash..." She started moving her hips tentatively against his mouth. Whatever shyness she'd had was melting away fast, replaced by desperate need.
Yuna made a sound that was almost feral. "See?" she panted, picking up speed. "My big bro knows what's best. He always has." She leaned down close to his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "You like your little stepsister's taste the most. Don't you, big bro?"
Then Mika surprised them both. She reached down and found Yuna's clit with her fingers. The touch hit like electricity, sparking something new and thrilling between them.
Yuna's body seized up completely. She cried out as Mika's fingers started rubbing slow circles around her clit. "What are you doing?" The words came out high and breathless.
Mika just smiled, looking wicked and triumphant. "I'm helping the main wife get what she wants."
Makoto grinned against Mika's cunt as he continued licking and sucking. "Oh, I see. She was planning to make you cum fast so she could get this cock for herself, Yuna. Don't you dare lose."
His words hit their mark. Yuna's eyes snapped wide open, blazing with renewed determination.
The hazy pleasure on her face sharpened into focused competition. "Oh, so that's how we're playing?" she snarled. She glared down at Mika, who was already quivering and breathless on his face.
Yuna's frantic rhythm changed. Now her hips moved in a slow, powerful grind that was absolute torture. "You think you can outlast me?" She leaned forward, her body taut as a bowstring.
While one hand braced on the bed, the other found Mika's breast. Her grip was surprisingly strong, fingers digging in with possessive intensity. She squeezed hard, her hands pinching Mika's nipples.
Mika cried out, the sound somewhere between pain and ecstasy. Her orgasm, which had been building slowly, crashed over her all at once. Her body convulsed, inner walls clenching around his tongue as she soaked his face completely.
Yuna watched with a slow, possessive smile spreading across her face. She had won, she had her revenge. "Pathetic," she whispered.
Makoto thrust up hard from below, insistent and demanding. "Come on, you shouldn't bully your friend like that, Yuna." He kept thrusting, his cock throbbing inside Yuna's cunt. Yuna's triumphant smirk vanished. She gasped as he bucked beneath her, the unexpected thrust sending pure pleasure through her body and stealing her breath.
Her composure shattered completely.
"No fair!" she choked out. Her body went boneless as her own orgasm, which had been simmering just under the surface, erupted violently. Her walls clenched around his cock in ecstatic pulses, her entire body electric with overwhelming sensation.
She collapsed onto his chest, trembling and satisfied. Her breath came in short gasps, skin glistening with sweat.
Still on his face, Mika let out a soft, delirious giggle. She looked beautifully wrecked, face flushed, and hair tangled around her head. The aftershocks still had her trembling.
"I think," Mika whispered, her voice rough, "that was a tie."
Yuna buried her face in the crook of his neck, managing a fond smile despite everything. "Shut up," she muttered without any real heat behind it.
For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing. Three people who had pushed each other to the absolute limit and discovered they liked it there.
Makoto giggled softly, the sound affectionate. "I bet you're both hungry and tired. But you should probably get off me before you drown me in your love juice, Mika." He looked at them both, eyes sparkling. "Bath time?"
Mika giggled again, the sound pure bliss. She pushed herself up slowly, movements still unsteady. A thick trail of her juices connected her thighs to his chin, evidence of the morning's activities.
"Oops," she whispered. "Sorry." Though she didn't look sorry at all.
Yuna, still boneless on his chest, groaned dramatically. "A bath? I can't even move." But when he started sitting up, she clung to him like a limpet. "Don't you dare leave me here," she said, her voice low and warning. "You're carrying me. No, both of us!"