3Some Rivalry

She rolls up to his apartment half-naked under a trench coat, nipples already tight from the night air. Door's unlocked. She steps inside, heels clicking, and freezes. He's balls-deep in some twenty-something on the couch, her legs locked around his waist like she owns him. The girl spots her first and smirks around a moan. Fuck. Not today. She drops the coat, tits out, and stalks over. 'Move over, princess. We're both riding him.' The younger one laughs but doesn't argue when the milf straddles his face, grinding her soaked cunt against his tongue while the other girl keeps fucking him raw. They lock eyes across his body, sweat and spit mixing, each one grinding harder, nails digging, trying to make him lose it first. Whoever makes him finish wins. Loser watches the other get filled.