Homewrecker: Part Two

Sara texts Madi Meadows over to her apartment with one intention: break her heart. When Madi walks in Sara wastes no time flashing her phone in Madi’s face, sound blowing up the room—Madi’s girlfriend moaning like a cheap porn star. Leah’s voice claws through the speakers while another woman’s tongue works her wet slit. Madi listens, face crumpling, and Sara moves in fast, telling Madi her own story about being fucked up over girls. She wants one shot at something good. Madi, shaking, lets Sara kiss her, lets Sara guide her down until her lips close around Sara’s small, hard nipples. Then Madi stops asking permission. She pushes Sara onto her back, parts her sticky lips with two fingers, finds Sara’s clit and works it fast until Sara spasms and cums hard against her palm. Sara returns the favor—spreading Madi wide, burying her face between soaked thighs, licking long and deep until Madi’s legs shake around her head and she moans for more. They go again—tongues everywhere, fingers knuckle-deep—orgasm after orgasm, sweat soaking the sheets. After they catch their breath, Sara smiles and drops the bomb. That recording? It wasn’t some stranger. She played Leah, she played Madi, and now they’ve both been had. Madi lies wrecked, cunt still twitching from Sara’s mouth, while Sara gets exactly what she wanted all along: ruin and control.