Clara walks first, barefoot and unhurried, her slender body swaying as she closes the distance. She sinks to her knees with grace, the cool air kissing her bare skin. Her pink-tipped fingers reach out, gently wrapping around the base of Matej’s massive shaft—not taking it yet, just holding, admiring. Her pale green eyes lift to meet his, lips parting slightly in anticipation. Dani follows, crawling forward on plush thighs, her round hips rolling with each movement. Once beside Clara, she leans in without hesitation, pressing her cheek against the thick length, then dragging her tongue in a slow, wet stripe from root to tip—her breath hitching as she tastes him for the first time. Elise stays standing a moment longer. Then, with a sharp exhale, she drops to her knees, her black bob swinging forward.