Sexflix & Chicks 3Some

The apartment is dimly lit. Netflix hums on the screen, some thriller I've already forgotten. Jake sits between us on the couch, legs spread like he owns the place. My boyfriend. Emma's been flirting with him all night, brushing her bare thigh against his. I get up for more wine. The kitchen is only ten feet away. When I turn around they're already going at it. His hand is buried under her skirt, fingers working deep. Her panties are pushed aside. I can hear how wet she is, that obscene sound of skin against slick heat. She has his cock out, thick and flushed, stroking him with lazy pulls while he fingerfucks her. I stand there frozen. Watching. My boyfriend's fingers disappear inside my best friend's pussy and all I feel is heat flooding between my legs. Jake sees me. Doesn't stop. His eyes lock on mine while he pumps two fingers into her, thumb circling her clit. Emma gasps, back arching, still working his shaft. Precum beads at the tip and she spreads it down his length with her thumb. I walk over slow. Stand right in front of them. "Were you going to tell me?" I ask. My voice comes out husky. Jake doesn't answer with words. He pulls his fingers free, glistening, and reaches for me. He tugs me down onto his lap, facing him, and I straddle him. My skirt rides up. Emma shifts closer, watching, one hand still lazily stroking him between us. Jake's cock is hard as iron against my panties. I grind down on him, the friction soaking through the thin cotton. He pulls my top down and my tits spill out. Emma leans in immediately, mouth hot, sucking one nipple while her hand works his cock between our bodies. I lift up just enough. Emma guides him to my entrance. The head nudges my pussy, fat and insistent, and I sink down. One long, slow slide that stretches me open. Jake groans, hips jerking up to meet me. Emma's hand stays wrapped around the base, feeling every inch disappear inside me. I start riding him. Fast. Hard. The couch creaks. Emma's fingers find my clit, rubbing tight circles while her other hand tugs at Jake's balls. His mouth finds my neck, teeth scraping, sucking marks into my skin. I can feel Emma's breath against my chest, panting as she watches his cock piston in and out of me, shiny with my cream. Jake flips me. Suddenly I'm on my back and Emma's crawling over my face. Her pussy hovers above my mouth, dripping. I drag my tongue through her folds, tasting her. She moans loud, grinding down against my mouth while Jake pushes back inside me, pounding deeper than before. He fucks me raw. Emma rides my tongue, her thighs shaking on either side of my head. She leans forward and I feel her mouth on my clit, sucking, while Jake's cock slams into me. The sounds are filthy. Wet skin slapping. Moaning. The wet slide of tongue against cunt. Jake's breathing turns ragged. His thrusts get erratic. He pulls out at the last second and Emma's hand jacks him fast, aiming the first hot spurts across my tits, my stomach, painting me while I lick her through her own orgasm, tasting her come on my tongue as she moans my name.