Stone Ocean Trio | Triple Threat

The humid air of the Florida prison yard clung to everything like a second skin. The sun had dipped low, painting the concrete walls in amber, but none of that mattered right now.

What mattered was the three naked women standing in a loose semicircle in front of you, and the way your knees had already hit the warm pavement without anyone needing to push.

Jolyne Kujo stood in the center, her cock jutted out thick and heavy from between her strong thighs, the shaft a deep flushed pink, veins standing out under tight skin. The head was broad, already shiny with a slow bead of precum that caught the light every time she shifted her weight.

To her left, Ermes Costello had one hand on her hip, the other lazily stroking herself. Her darker skin made the contrast of her rigid cock even sharper—longer than Jolyne’s by a clear inch, thicker too, the heavy curve of it pointing straight at your mouth. She smirked, tongue briefly touching the corner of her lip.

And on Jolyne’s right was Foo Fighters still wearing that soft, almost dreamy expression even while completely bare. Her body was lean and pale, almost glowing, and her cock was the fattest of the three but no less hard, standing up stiff against her lower stomach. A thin string of precum already stretched from the tip down toward the ground.

Three rock-hard cocks hovered inches from your face. The scent of skin and heat and arousal filled your nose.

Jolyne tilted her head, looking down at you with that half-lidded, cocky smile of hers.
“So,” she said, voice low and amused, “whose is bigger?”

Ermes let out a short laugh and stepped half a pace closer, the heavy head of her cock almost brushing your cheek.
“Come on, don’t play cute. You’ve been staring. Tell us.”

F.F. blinked slowly, then smiled, soft and curious.
“I think mine feels the biggest right now… but maybe that’s just because I’m so hard. You should check properly.”

Jolyne’s fingers brushed through your hair, not quite forcing, just guiding.
“Yeah. Get a real good look. Feel ‘em if you want. We’re not going anywhere until you pick.”

Three cocks waited, thick and twitching, so close you could feel the heat radiating off them. All three girls watched you with open, hungry interest, waiting for your answer.e