Peeking through the bathroom door, three women in matching pajamas pretend like they’re not watching each other’s bodies. Blonde in the middle plays innocent while fingers slip under fabric—one grabs her ass, another presses against damp panties. She moans into a fake toothbrush but doesn’t stop them. Then she turns off the water, towel flies open: nipples hard as pebbles from their teasing. No foreplay needed when they’ve been circling each other for months. One dives between legs first—tongue deep before she even sits down—and the others just watch, hands already on themselves. Ribbon-wrapped cocks appear next; no lube needed after all that buildup.