You Were Gonna Fuck My Friend - S15:E6

Anna Claire Clouds didn't know what she was messing with when she showed up dripping heat. She spotted Lily Larimar's stepbrother kicked back on the couch, cock half-hard behind his sweats, and her eyes locked like she'd been starving for dick. She spread her legs, let him see the slick shine between her thighs. That made him twitch. Next thing she knew she was on her knees, mouth stretched around him, spit dripping off her chin as she took him deep. He groaned, grabbed her hair, pumped his hips like he meant to bruise her throat. Lily walked in, caught the sight, and instead of flipping out she dropped right down next to her. Now it was two tongues working him, swapping spit over the head, both girls moaning like they needed it to breathe. Clothes hit the floor fast. Lily bent over the couch first, Anna pulled her cheeks apart, and he drove into her—hard, mean, balls-deep—while Anna licked where they met. Every slap of skin cracked loud. When he switched to Anna he didn't go easy; she begged for it rougher, begged to feel her cervix take a beating, and he gave it. Lily sat on Anna's face, rode her tongue, reached forward to rub her stepbrother's shaft every time it slid out coated in Anna's mess. The rhythm got filthy and mean. Lily came first, shaking on Anna's mouth, then Anna clamped around him when he hammered her from behind while Lily sucked his balls. He finally busted deep in Anna, stayed buried while Lily licked every drop that spilled out, tongue flicking over Anna's swollen clit to push one last wrecked shudder out of her. Three bodies, sweat-slicked, tangled together on a cheap couch like none of them could get enough even after the last pulse.