We Love Us More Than You

Lulu Chu's got Kylie Rocket coming over to meet her shiny new boyfriend, and Kylie's been dying for the introduction. Any second now. Turns out Kylie's got fresh meat of her own — some smooth-talking jewelry-store stud named Tommy — and she's smitten. Lulu freezes. Her boyfriend's a Tommy too. Works a jewelry counter. Same guy. Same cock. Same fucking playboy. They could storm off, but instead they wait. Tommy walks in, all swagger, and both women watch the lie flicker across his face. Caught. The two of them circle, eyes cutting, hunger sharper than anger. Decision made in a glance: If he wanted two girlfriends at once, fine — they’ll just wreck him together. They drag him down onto the couch, stripping him fast and rough, then strip each other faster. Kylie spreads Lulu’s thighs, tongue flicking over her clit while Tommy’s cock jerks, ignored for the moment. Lulu spits in her hand, pumps him, says “You don’t get to choose anymore.” Kylie climbs his chest, grinds her soaked cunt against his mouth, grinding until his tongue’s working desperate lines through her folds. Lulu sinks onto his dick, wet heat swallowing every inch, nails digging crescent moons into his chest. She rides like punishment, hips snapping, ass slapping, every wet smack a lesson. Kylie twists to kiss Lulu over Tommy’s writhing body, their tongues messy, breaths mixing. They switch. Kylie rides him reverse so Lulu can lean in, lick the place where his shaft disappears, taste every fresh gush of slick that slides down his length. Tommy groans broken apologies; they shut him up with a shared mouthful of spit, then with pussies that leave his jaw slick and trembling. Lulu lies back, Kylie between her legs licking and sucking, and Tommy is told to fuck Kylie from behind while she eats. Each thrust drives Kylie’s tongue deeper into Lulu. When Lulu comes first — legs shaking, gasping — Kylie doesn’t stop licking until the overstimulation edges pain. Tommy's next. They edge him until his balls ache, fucking him slow, pussy-tight, then faster, demanding. He spills across both their tongues, ropes of cum landing hot on flushed cheeks. They kiss through it, passing the taste, then collapse against him sticky, spent, satisfied that he’s finally learned who’s really in charge.