I'm Sure She'll LOVE You

Laney and Natalia walked up the drive like nothing was wrong, but Laney’s shoulders were tight. Natalia chewed her lip. “So you’re finally letting me meet her? Or is she just too busy for the girlfriend who isn’t good enough?” Laney stopped dead, guilt flashing across her face. She stalled, words crumbling, then caved. Dinner. Tonight. At Kenzie’s. Kenzie opened the door all smiles and lingered a second too long on Natalia’s hand. They sat, waiting for the oven timer, conversation skimming easy until Kenzie started steering it. Finger tracing a loose strand of Natalia’s hair, “accidental” spill that forced the towel into her lap and pressed between her thighs, then a dropped fork sliding beneath the table. Natalia felt warm breath and then a deliberate palm sliding up her calf, over her knee, pushing higher. She jerked. “What the hell?” Laney exhaled like she’d been punched. “This. This is why I waited. Kenzie always fucks my girlfriends.” Natalia blinked, heat pooling low even as her mind raced. Kenzie lifted her head, voice velvet. “You two look so good together I figured three would be better. I want you both.” Silence stretched. Then Natalia’s lips curved, slow, dangerous. “Okay.” Dishes hit the floor. Natalia’s back met polished wood, skirt shoved to her waist. Mouths found her—wet, hungry, unrelenting—tongues dragging through slick folds, teeth grazing inner thighs. Fingers pinched tight nipples, rolled and tugged while she gasped and arched. Clothes dropped, skin met skin, sweat-slick. Kisses turned bruising. Tongues lapped at soaked cunts, dipped between cheeks, circled tight holes until legs trembled. When it ended, Laney and Kenzie swapped a glance above Natalia’s spent body. They both nodded. Keeper.