Charlie Forde confesses her desire to her girlfriend. She wants to watch Casey Calvert get fucked while the two lovers treat her like trash. Casey listens, then invites her hot softball teammate, Chanel Camryn, over for the evening. Casey undresses Chanel on the living-room rug and spreads her legs for her. Charlie sits close enough to feel their body heat but never invited closer. Casey and Chanel kiss deep, tongues slick, moans loud, while they glance at Charlie and laugh. Chanel slides two fingers inside Casey, pumps her, makes her gasp, then calls Charlie a pathetic little slut for dripping in her own lap. Casey beckons her to crawl nearer so they can see the wet spot on her shorts, then orders her to stay still while they fuck. Chanel straps on a thick toy and drives it into Casey until the sound of slapping skin fills the room. Charlie watches, trembling. Every thrust Casey taunts her, calling her worthless, a worthless toy that belongs on the floor. When Casey finally comes, she reaches down, grips Charlie’s hair, yanks her up and shoves her between Chanel’s thighs. They force Charlie to lick Chanel clean, humiliating her every step while they kiss above her. Only once Charlie is soaked with sweat and spit do they pull her between them for the threesome she craves, still barking orders, still keeping her lower than both. Charlie moans, desperate, grateful, every inch of her body telling them how much she loves it.
Charlie Forde confesses her desire to her girlfriend. She wants to watch Casey Calvert get fucked while the two lovers treat her like trash. Casey listens, then invites her hot softball teammate, Chanel Camryn, over for the evening. Casey undresses Chanel on the living-room rug and spreads her legs for her. Charlie sits close enough to feel their body heat but never invited closer. Casey and Chanel kiss deep, tongues slick, moans loud, while they glance at Charlie and laugh. Chanel slides two fingers inside Casey, pumps her, makes her gasp, then calls Charlie a pathetic little slut for dripping in her own lap. Casey beckons her to crawl nearer so they can see the wet spot on her shorts, then orders her to stay still while they fuck. Chanel straps on a thick toy and drives it into Casey until the sound of slapping skin fills the room. Charlie watches, trembling. Every thrust Casey taunts her, calling her worthless, a worthless toy that belongs on the floor. When Casey finally comes, she reaches down, grips Charlie’s hair, yanks her up and shoves her between Chanel’s thighs. They force Charlie to lick Chanel clean, humiliating her every step while they kiss above her. Only once Charlie is soaked with sweat and spit do they pull her between them for the threesome she craves, still barking orders, still keeping her lower than both. Charlie moans, desperate, grateful, every inch of her body telling them how much she loves it.
