38M - Any woman who liked MFM rp?

38 [M4F] Any woman who likes MFM rp? 🥵 🥵

If you are a woman who writes well, DM me for this adventure. I play the two men and you will play Rathi. Share your likes and kinks to add. This is an MFM based play 🥵 💦

The scene:

Rathi found herself nestled between the two men on the plush hotel sofa, her laughter blending with the low hum of the air conditioner. She leaned into Tarun, feeling the rough texture of his linen shirt against her cheek, while her hand drifted naturally to rest on Arya's thigh. Tarun whispered something playful into her ear that made her blush, his breath warm against her skin, as he pulled her closer until there was no space left between them.

Arya didn't stay quiet for long, shifting his weight to press his shoulder against hers and trailing a slow, lingering kiss along the curve of her jawline. Rathi sighed, closing her eyes as she felt the synchronized heat of both men surrounding her, their hands wandering with a gentle, familiar curiosity. The air in the room grew heavy with a quiet, simmering tension, and the three of them drifted into a slow dance of touches and soft murmurs, each movement a silent agreement of the affection they shared.

As the minutes ticked by, the boundaries between them seemed to blur, the soft lighting of the room casting long, amber shadows across the carpet. Rathi felt a surge of warmth as Tarun’s hand moved to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him, while Arya’s fingers traced the delicate line of her collarbone with a slow, rhythmic precision. The shared glances between the two men were filled with a mutual, silent understanding, their collective focus narrowing down to the woman who held them both in her orbit.

With a soft moan, Rathi tilted her head back, inviting the sensory overload of their combined presence. Tarun’s laughter became a low rumble in his chest that she could feel against her own ribs, and Arya’s lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear, sending a shiver racing down her spine. They moved as one, a tangle of limbs and soft sighs, letting the world outside the hotel door fade into insignificance as they surrendered to the magnetic pull of their shared desire.