Told You It Was Easy

Last week the whole thing fell into my lap. A party. A pissed-off straight girl. Her useless boyfriend. One chance to flip her. Alice jammed the closet with the camera and waited for my cue. I grabbed the fresh-split breakup target and shoved her in after Alice. We peeled off our tops fast. Tits out. We worked them, tongues on stiff nipples, teeth nipping. Then her bare ass hit the closet wall. Two mouths took turns under the lights, wet, thick, eager. She spread and we buried our faces between her legs—sucking, licking, fingering every slick inch. Before long the moans turned feral. She pumped her hips, rode our tongues, came on our faces. Hard, wet, greedy. The girl left that closet slick, shaking, and officially off the straight roster. Footage? Safe with me.