Clean Up This Mess!

Kimmy fucks up everything. Always has. She shows up at Sheena’s house with those files she was supposed to bring and somehow dumps her coffee across the rug like it’s her job. Sheena snaps. No more lectures. She shoves Kimmy onto the couch, rips her skirt up, and straddles her face. "Open." Kimmy does. Sheena grinds down hard, clit swollen, until the first hot jet hits Kimmy’s tongue. She swallows fast, eyes watering. Then she hears the front door. Little Puck steps inside, sees the mess—Kimmy dripping, Sheena panting—and smiles like she just found her dinner. She peels her clothes off on the walk over, drops between Kimmy’s spread legs, and starts eating while Sheena keeps flooding Kimmy’s mouth. The room fills with wet sounds: tongues slapping, fingers pumping, squirt splashing across thighs, carpet, faces. They don’t stop until Kimmy’s blouse is soaked through and the rug looks worse than before. Sheena leans in, voice low. "Now clean it." Kimmy nods, already reaching for the next load.