A Happy New Year

Allie lives for New Years Eve and tonight hits different. She bolts home, buzzing to meet her girls Serena Blair and Sasha Heart for a night that promises trouble in the best way. Serena and Sasha roll with her energy even if they're not exactly fired up about the calendar flip itself—they just want to make sure Allie's having the time of her life. The vibe's electric until it isn't. She hits those new stairs slick as oil and the ankle gives, then the leg starts jerking like it has a mind of its own. Sasha claims her hands can fix anything. Allie laughs it off—rubbing a muscle? Cute. But Sasha's palms dig in and something shifts. Clothes disappear before anyone decides they should. By the time three naked bodies tangle on the floor, tongues slide where they want and hungry cunts get exactly what they need. They say how you spend New Years Eve sets the tone for everything that follows. Here's hoping the party never fucking ends.