
Sophia scrolls through Draven's phone like she's hunting for knives. She finds them—old texts to Andylynn, still fresh, still hot. Heat floods her chest. She corners him in the kitchen, voice shaking. "You're still talking to her?" Draven laughs, low and calm. "We're just friends. You're the one I want." She stares at the floor, jaw tight. Then the words spill out, dirty and sudden: "If I could fuck her too, maybe I'd stop feeling like this." He freezes. Two seconds later he's texting Andylynn to come over. She shows up an hour later, smirks once, strips without asking. Sophia is on her knees fast, tongue buried between Andylynn's thighs while Draven grips her hips and drives into her from behind. Sweat slicks their skin; hands grab, mouths moan, bodies tangle without rules. When Sophia finally comes, Andylynn is kissing her open mouth, and Draven groans behind them both like he's home.
Sophia scrolls through Draven's phone like she's hunting for knives. She finds them—old texts to Andylynn, still fresh, still hot. Heat floods her chest. She corners him in the kitchen, voice shaking. "You're still talking to her?" Draven laughs, low and calm. "We're just friends. You're the one I want." She stares at the floor, jaw tight. Then the words spill out, dirty and sudden: "If I could fuck her too, maybe I'd stop feeling like this." He freezes. Two seconds later he's texting Andylynn to come over. She shows up an hour later, smirks once, strips without asking. Sophia is on her knees fast, tongue buried between Andylynn's thighs while Draven grips her hips and drives into her from behind. Sweat slicks their skin; hands grab, mouths moan, bodies tangle without rules. When Sophia finally comes, Andylynn is kissing her open mouth, and Draven groans behind them both like he's home.