Girlsway Update - Fuck-Buddy Custody Battle

Casey slouched in the living room, thumbing her phone. The doorbell cut through the quiet. Cassidy Klein stormed in, eyes red, jaw tight. “We gotta talk.” They both slept with April. April gave Casey more nights, Cassidy knew it. Words flew hot, voices sharp, but neither wanted the whole mess to blow up their friendship. April arrived twenty minutes later, wearing perfume and that smile. Tension slapped the air. “What’s wrong?” April asked, one brow up. They spilled it. Cassidy’s voice cracked when she said lonely nights piled up like dirty dishes. April’s glance softened. So did Casey’s. Three tongues chewed the problem: schedules, feelings, promises they’d never thought to keep. April’s pupils widened. She licked her lower lip. “Or… we quit fighting over slices and all three fuck instead. Right here. Right now.” Casey’s mouth fell open. Cassidy’s cheeks burned. They traded quick, guilty stares, then shy grins. No rules left. Casey’s hand trembled as it slid up April’s thigh. Cassidy reached for Casey’s shirt. Breaths turned ragged. Shirts hit the rug. April tugged Cassidy closer, tongue deep, while Casey’s fingers worked open denim. Moans bounced off the walls. Cassidy’s tits bounced free, nipples stiff, April sucking hard while Casey licked her from behind. Cassidy arched, hair in her face, cunt slick on Casey’s mouth. April slipped two fingers into Casey, fist clenched on the couch cushion. They switched, frantic, sweaty. April on her back, knees wide; Casey riding her face while Cassidy licked April’s pussy raw. Sounds melted—wet, messy, desperate. Cassidy came first, thighs shaking around April’s tongue, nails scraping leather. Casey followed, shuddering so hard her knees almost gave. April finished underneath them, groaning loud, hips lifting off the couch until every muscle locked. Afterward they stayed tangled, skin glued with sweat. No one spoke. Phones buzzed ignored. Cassidy’s loneliness had company now—two kinds of company—and the night was young.