It's A Trans Sandwich (And I'm The Meat!) #02 - Ariel Demure, Lena Moon & Rodrigo Amor

Lena Moon shows up grinning like she'd just won the lottery. Her date last night with that fiery gentleman had been pure lightning, and now every filthy detail is dying to come out. They sink onto Ariel Demure's couch and Lena spills it: how they ditched the restaurant, grabbed a hotel key, and spent the night wrecking each other. Then she pulls out her phone and flashes a photo. Ariel's eyes go wide. "Rodrigo Amor?" The same Rodrigo trimming hedges outside her back window right this second. Lena licks her lips. "Let's tag-team him." Ariel lingers on the idea, pulse quickening. A heartbeat later Rodrigo strolls in, sweat on his collar, and the last scrap of hesitation melts. Before the door clicks shut, the two of them have his belt undone, taking turns tasting him while he groans between their bodies. A cock that thick needs two hungry mouths and then some; Ariel's already aching to climb on, Lena to sit on his face, every moan promising this won't be the last round before lunch.