La Luna scoops up Kat Dior, positioning her on her lap, their thighs slick with sweat and anticipation. Kat grinds down, feeling the heat between them, as they lock eyes and begin to kiss, tongues tangling. Another woman joins, her fingers finding Kat's wet slit, spreading her lips to reveal her swollen clit. Kat moans into the kiss, her hips moving in rhythm as she's fingered and licked, the three women lost in a whirlwind of tribbing ecstasy.