3 girls, 1 trampoline

You stumble across something openly lesbian and completely unrestrained — three bodies tangled together on a trampoline, gravity doing nothing to cool the heat between them.

You watch limbs overlap, hands finding curves without hesitation, mouths close enough to share breath. You feel the pull of it immediately, the way desire moves between them like a current with nowhere to stop.

You can't look away from the way they touch each other — deliberate, hungry, each contact leaving a mark of want. You understand exactly what this is, and you want in.