We Love Us More Than You

Lulu's place smelled like perfume and trouble. She kept glancing at the door, waiting for Tommy. Kylie sat on the couch, legs crossed, buzzing about her new man who worked in a jewelry store. Same job as Lulu's guy. Same first name too. Both women went still. Then the knock came. Tommy stepped inside wearing his easy grin, but it didn't last. The girls didn't give him time to lie. The same man had been splitting his nights between them. He tried to talk, hands raised, but words dried up quick. Now the balance had shifted and they meant to collect every second he owed. Lulu grabbed his belt first, yanking hard. Kylie pressed close behind him, fingernails trailing his back. They stripped him where he stood, pushing him onto the couch. Lulu took his cock in her mouth while Kylie held his wrists, both of them trading places until his head spun. They worked him over without mercy, riding him in turns, slick and wet, never letting him catch his breath. Each thrust landed with purpose, bodies locked tight, skin slapping hard. Tommy stayed buried in one or the other until he broke, spilling deep while their hands held him down. Only when they were finished did they step back, breathing slow, skin gleaming, leaving him wrecked on the cushions.