Let's Not Fight

Nicole Aria storms through the door and drags Theodora Day in behind her. The air crackles. Nicole’s pissed—Seth Gamble’s been sticking his cock where it doesn’t belong. Theodora fidgets, eyes darting, until Nicole snaps the name out like a slap. “You.” Theodora tries innocence but can’t hold it. Nicole spits out her real gripe: if her pussy is so mind-blowing, why the hell is Seth crawling between Theodora’s legs? Theodora’s lip curls. “Funny, I was wondering the same about him wasting time on you.” Heat floods the room. They keep pushing, each claiming her mouth is wetter, tighter, dirtier—especially on their knees. Then the same filthy thought hits them both. Nicole blindfolds Seth with his own tie and leads him to the bedroom. She signals. Theodora slips in, barefoot, breath locked. They trade his cock in silence—wet lips, tongue swirls, shared saliva. Every few strokes one pulls off, the other takes over, like rival thieves stealing the same prize. Seth’s breathing stutters. He yanks the blindfold. Two pairs of eyes blaze up at him, lips shiny, throats already working. No more games. They strip each other fast, need turning feral. Theodora shoves Nicole onto her back and straddles her face; Nicole spreads for Seth the second he drives inside. Their moans tangle. They fuck hard—Seth alternating like a man deciding between heaven and hell. Hands grip hips, nails dig, sweat coats skin. When he finally unloads across both their tongues, they swallow him down, eyes locked on each other, daring the other to blink first.