It's Payback Time

Lacey’s tugging a shirt over her head while Sam pulls on his boots. His phone buzzes. Adriana’s downstairs—already wet, already waiting. He shoots Lacey a crooked smile, pushes her toward the door before she can check her reflection again. As soon as the latch clicks behind her, he bolts for the bedroom, Adriana naked and grinning on the sheets. Lacey’s key scrapes the lock—she left her iPad. Sam’s heart slams. He dives into the closet, door half-shut, cock still half-hard. Adriana stays put, ass high, face buried in the pillows, oblivious. Lacey walks in, stops dead. On the dresser the big silicone toy glints like a dare. She grabs it, spits on the blunt head, climbs onto the mattress in one smooth motion. Adriana’s startled gasp is cut short when Lacey sinks the thick shaft straight into her ass, knuckles-white grip, hips rolling slow then savage. No warning, no mercy—only the wet, filthy rhythm of rubber splitting tight heat while Lacey’s free hand pins Adriana’s wrists. Every thrust says what Sam never could: that this slick, trembling cunt and stretched-open hole belong to her now, and tonight they’re going to remember it.