"Camz, Luce? I'm home," Lauren calls out. She hefts the heavy bag of groceries in one arm and locks their apartment door behind her. "I got the groceries. I think I bought entirely half of their kale. I got a weird look from the cashier." She hears the sudden clatter of claws on tile and braces herself against the onslaught of their dogs.
"In here, babe," Lucy calls out from the kitchen, just as two furry bodies launch themselves around the corner at her.
Lauren holds the groceries tight against her. "Don't jump," she warns the dogs reflexively. It's needless; Lucy has Valentino and Casanova very well trained. "Good boys. Yeah, yeah, good to see you too." They swarm around her legs, panting and wagging their tails. Casanova, a yellow lab, is a couple years younger and lot more mischievous than Valentino, the black lab who's been a part of her life for years.
Lauren hangs her keys up next to the door and smiles when she sees a pair of lacy, red panties on the hooks as well. When Camila's feeling frisky, she'll surrender her panties as soon as she gets in the door and hang them there, making it easier for her girlfriends or her dogs to take her whenever they want. It's how Lauren knows she's in for a fun night.
Lauren hears it before she sees it—the wet, familiar slurping and sucking sounds of Camila's mouth. She rounds the corner and grins. Lucy is relaxed against the kitchen counter, a glass of wine in her hand and her pants around her ankles, and Camila is on her knees in front of her, her lips sliding up and down Lucy's dick. "Well, well," Lauren says. "What do we have here?" She steps around them and sets the groceries on the counter as the dogs mill around her legs, sniffing at everything they can reach.
"I was planning on making dinner for us," Lucy says. "Pasta and sauce. My abuela's recipe. But this one had other ideas." Lucy takes Camila's chin in her palm and guides her off of her cock, smirking as the brunette whines softly. "Didn't you, pretty girl?"
"Yes, Daddy," Camila says, leaning against Lucy's hand to try and get at her dick again. "Hi, Papi," she adds.
Lauren wasn't planning on walking into a scene, but the sight alone is enough to get her into it. She leans down and kisses the top of Camila's head. "Hey, baby," Lauren says. She kisses Lucy's lips, too, then kisses her a little deeper, smirking at the way Lucy moans into her mouth. Camila's got her worked up, apparently.
"You wanna play?" Lucy asks her, grinning. "Or you can take over dinner duties."
"Take a wild guess," Lauren says, and Camila giggles below them. Lauren falls easily into her familiar role as the architect of their pleasure, palming the rising bulge in her jeans. "How about you fuck our pretty girl's mouth for a bit, nice and rough? Don't come, though, I have a destination in mind for that load in your balls." She taps Lucy's nose teasingly, her brow arched.
Lucy grins, her nose twitching at Lauren's touch. "I'm liking the sound of that," she says. She looks down to Camila and wraps her fist around the base of her thick cock, chuckling at the way Camila already has her mouth open wide, her tongue out in invitation. "Good girl," she praises, and slaps her heavy meat on Camila's tongue, once, twice, and thrice. Lauren takes a knee behind Camila long enough to pull the girl's skirt down from her hips, undressing her so she's just in her top and knee-high stockings, her hips bare.
Lauren's cock twitches in her pants at the noises Camila's throat makes as Lucy pushes inch after inch of dick into her mouth. "Take it all," Lucy says softly. "Swallow my cock, Camila, right down your throat, like a good slut." She pushes the last couple inches in with a harsh thrust, her cockhead sliding into Camila's giving throat. Camila moans happily and sucks, letting Lucy fuck her face with quick, rough thrusts. Lauren drags her fingers through Camila's exposed folds, rubs her thumb against the tight pucker of her asshole. Her pussy is already slick, like Lauren figured, just from sucking Lucy's dick.
