Do I Like Guys Or Girls?? - Aubry Babcock, Lauren Phillips, Tommy Pistol

Lauren catches the slump in Aubry's shoulders, pulls her close. "What's wrong, baby?" Aubry's confession tumbles out raw—she can't tell if guys or girls get her blood pumping. Lauren strokes her hair and says it's fine to take time, then offers a quick fix: her ex-husband Tommy, the shrink she still keeps on speed dial. Aubry wants answers now, so they head straight to his place. In the quiet office, Tommy listens, then drops a clinical line that lands filthy: the pussy test. Aubry tries a cock and tries a cunt; whichever one soaks her will point the way, or maybe both will. She nods. Problem is, she needs bodies. Tommy and Lauren lock eyes, shrug once, and start undressing. Clothes hit the floor. Tommy's cock swells first—thick, already pulsing. Lauren peels Aubry's panties aside and slides two fingers through the soft folds; wet heat answers before the girl can think. Aubry gasps, thighs jumping, mouth open around a moan. Lauren's tongue follows, tasting the proof, while Tommy stands over them jerking his length. He pushes Aubry onto her back on the couch, spreads her legs, and works the head of his cock between slick lips. She watches it disappear inside her, shocked at how easy her body takes it. Lauren climbs up, straddles Aubry's face, lowers her soaked pussy onto an eager tongue. The room fills with messy sounds—slurping, skin slapping, wet suction. Lauren grinds down hard, smearing her juices over Aubry's lips and chin. Tommy pounds steady, balls tapping, pulling out now and then to slap the fat crown against Aubry's swollen clit until she jerks. Then Lauren trades places: she fists Tommy's shaft, angles it, and feeds it into her own dripping cunt while Aubry tongues both of them—licking the stretched rim of Lauren's hole, then the underside of Tommy's cock every time it slides out shiny. They keep switching. Aubry rides Tommy next, bouncing on his lap while Lauren kneels in front, sucking on Aubry's bouncing tits and then on her stretched clit. Aubry comes first, sudden and loud, her walls clamping around Tommy's length; he groans, pulls free, sprays thick ropes across her belly and Lauren's waiting tongue. Lauren licks it up, pushes the mess into Aubry's mouth in a slow kiss. Tommy stays hard, slides back into Lauren from behind while Aubry stays glued to her clit, sucking until Lauren shakes apart too. Breathless, bodies slick, Aubry lies between them on the couch, fingers idly tracing drying cum on her skin. She smiles small, uncertain, but honest. "I think," she whispers, "I might be into both."