"We're going" "to have to do" "something about that," the triplets laughed, finishing off each other's sentences. One by one they temporarily hung back to strip off their clothing while the other two caressed Lydia, their touches and kisses exploring every inch of her body. When all three pressed up against the half-elf once more, their bodies were hot with heat and passion. Wet lips and tongues danced over her flesh: over her neck, suckling on her breasts alternately, the other mound squeezed and pinched by a firm hand, and trailing over her inner thighs, brushing over her sex on their way from one leg to the other. The three brothers were larger than Lydia, in more ways than one; in between their toned muscular bodies she was hardly visible from outside, and their members rubbing against her were throbbing with need and dribbling sticky precum on her pale skin.