The Peace Maker

Nothing sinks your gut like fighting with the person you're living with. Jaycee and Nathan clash again, voices scraping the walls of the cramped apartment they share with Sailor Luna. From her doorway, Sailor watches the tension crackle between them, decides words won't cut it. She steps in, cool and unhurried. Makes them watch while she peels Jaycee's top up, bare tits spilling out, nipples tight and stiff. Nathan's jaw flexes. Sailor's hand slides down his stomach, finds him half-hard already, squeezes through his jeans until he's breathing hard. She frees him, strokes once, twice, then guides his cock between Jaycee's lips. Jaycee takes him deep, angry eyes softening into something hotter as she sucks. Sailor strips behind them, drops her shorts, climbs onto the couch. She spreads Jaycee open, tongue stroking over her clit while Nathan fucks Jaycee's mouth. No one talks now except with low grunts and wet sounds. Sailor slides two fingers inside Jaycee, feels her clench, smirks, adds a third. Nathan pulls out, flips Jaycee onto her back, slams into her hard enough the couch shakes. Sailor swings a thigh over Jaycee's face, lowers her pussy onto that greedy mouth while she leans in to lick where Nathan's cock stretches her girlfriend. Their sweat mixes, skin slaps, Sailor's tongue traces every inch that Nathan pumps into Jaycee. He pulls free, shoves into Sailor next, fucks her open while Jaycee mouths her clit and teases her own soaked slit with quick fingers. They keep trading, each one taking and giving until bodies lock, hips jerk, and the three of them come hard, raw, one after another. The fight dissolves in the aftershocks. For now.