Ashley Fires and Aiden Ashley both want Jay Romero. They show up at his place while his parents are gone and flank him on the couch, each one pressing closer, asking who he likes best. The competition turns heated until one of them suggests they stop arguing and share him instead. The idea lands. Hands reach for his shirt, mouths find his neck, and Jay ends up flat on his back while the two women take turns straddling him. They move with practiced ease, each one taking what she wants while the other watches and waits her turn. Every thrust, every gasp, every wet sound fills the empty living room. No one mentions his parents. No one slows down.
Ashley Fires and Aiden Ashley both want Jay Romero. They show up at his place while his parents are gone and flank him on the couch, each one pressing closer, asking who he likes best. The competition turns heated until one of them suggests they stop arguing and share him instead. The idea lands. Hands reach for his shirt, mouths find his neck, and Jay ends up flat on his back while the two women take turns straddling him. They move with practiced ease, each one taking what she wants while the other watches and waits her turn. Every thrust, every gasp, every wet sound fills the empty living room. No one mentions his parents. No one slows down.
