My Manipulative Stepsis

Thirsty girls stay thirsty. When Macy Meadows's best friend Jasmine Vega split from her boyfriend, Macy spotted her chance. Jasmine had been eyeing me for weeks. Macy never flinched—she was into it. Told me to clear my night so I could take both of them. She and Jasmine started kissing first. Soft mouths, little sighs. I watched them tongue each other, then leaned in for a three-way swirl of lips and heat. They turned, asses up. I dropped low and ran my tongue over each slit, licking until they tasted the same. My cock slid from Macy into Jasmine, back again, their cunts gripping me, wet and greedy. Then they switched: on their knees, sharing my length, one sucking the head while the other dragged her tongue down my shaft. Spit running, throats opening, no competition—just teamwork. Macy climbed onto my face. Jasmine straddled my hips and sank down slow. I licked Macy’s folds while Jasmine rode me, hips rolling, her wet heat squeezing every inch. Positions flipped fast—missionary on the edge of the bed, then mouths again, two sets of lips sliding over me at once. My balls drew tight. I pulled Macy down, pushed deep, and came right inside her. Couldn’t dump the load in Jasmine. Not yet. She’d have to earn that later.