Three's Cumpany

Alexis stewed while Jaclyn couldn't stop yapping about her new girl. She vacuumed and scrubbed, eyes burning every time Jaclyn checked the clock. Jaclyn primped by the mirror and Alexis gripped the duster till her knuckles whitened. When the lover walked in, their tongues got loud and sloppy. lipstick smears and knock over a vase—wet kissing that left fingerprints on the freshly wiped glass. Alexis blew. she hurled the feather duster, screamed for them both to get the hell out. the lover bolted. door slammed. Only two left, chests heaving. Alexis stared, chest tight, then closed the gap and crushed her mouth to Jaclyn’s. Heat snapped, shirts came off. Jaclyn latched onto Alexis's heavy tits, sucking each swollen nipple, teeth teasing. knees hit the floor. Jaclyn spread her, tongue working slow and greedy over smooth, shaved lips until Alexis twitched and spilled warm, wet release down Jaclyn’s chin. Alexis pulled her up, shoved her onto the couch, and buried her face between Jaclyn’s thighs—sucking hard, tongue flicking fast until Jaclyn clawed at cushions and came with a sharp cry. they climbed together, hips grinding, slick heat on slick heat, desperate friction. Jaclyn gasped, forgot everything else, lost in Alexis’s rhythm until they both broke and shuddered.