Scolding The Sitters

Gal sat on the couch, already wet under her skirt, when the lock clicked. Liv had come home early. She stood in the doorway, keys dangling from one finger, eyes cold. Kimmy backed into the wall, pants still half-off, mascara smeared from kissing Gal senseless five minutes earlier. Gal tried to speak but Liv’s voice cut through first, low and dangerous. “You let your girlfriend come into my house. You lied. Both of you deserve to pay.” The word “pay” lingered between them like smoke. Then Liv smiled—the slow, knowing smile that made Gal’s stomach drop and clit throb at the same time. Punishment. Real punishment. The three of them understood it at once. “Get on your knees.” They dropped fast. Liv stepped closer, unbuckled her skirt, let it fall. She wore the harness already strapped on under it, shiny black dildo jutting forward. She grabbed Kimmy by the hair first, tilted her head back, and pushed the head between her lips. Kimmy took it without complaint, tongue working the underside, gagging just loud enough to earn her a hard slap on the cheek. Gal watched, biting her own lip raw. Liv pulled out and dragged the wet toy across Gal’s mouth, leaving streaks. “Turn around. Both of you. Hands on the cushions.” They obeyed. Liv shoved their panties down to mid-thigh and spanked them hard, alternating sides until the sound echoed off the walls. Every slap sent fire straight to their cunts. She rubbed their burning cheeks, spat on her fingers, and shoved two digits into each hole at once. Gal moaned into the cushion; Kimmy bit her wrist. Liv replaced fingers with strap. She drove into Kimmy first, hard and steady, one palm pinning the small of Kimmy’s back. Kimmy pushed back, greedy, ass cheeks jiggling. Liv fucked her until the girl’s thighs shook, then pulled free and slammed into Gal without warning. The sudden stretch made Gal’s vision blur; she clawed at the upholstery, panting Kimmy’s name. Liv reached forward, seized both of Gal’s wrists, and used the leverage to pound deeper, leather harness slapping skin. Every thrust forced a raw sound from Gal’s throat. Liv released her, yanked them both upright by the hair, and pushed them chest-to-chest on the couch. She made Gal eat Kimmy while she fucked Gal from behind, keeping a steady rhythm that pushed Gal’s tongue deeper with every stroke. Kimmy came with a broken cry, hands in Gal’s hair. Gal followed seconds later when Liv slid a thumb into her ass and slapped her raw again. Liv stayed buried, grinding, until her own breathing hitched—then pulled out, pushed both girls onto their backs, and stripped off the harness to sit on Gal’s face, riding her tongue until she shook. When she finally stepped back, Liv’s legs glistened. She pointed at the ruined carpet, at the two sitters sprawled and dripping. “Clean it up,” she ordered, voice rough. “And next time you lie, I’ll use the bigger one.”