She's Coming With Me!

Karen moved through the apartment calling Bella's name. In the hallway she found Whitney doing the same. Both had the same goal—convince Bella to move in with them once the lease ended. They quickly pieced together that Bella must still be in the shower. Karen mentioned she and Bella already had plans. Whitney cut in, saying Bella had agreed to pack with her. The argument sharpened quickly; each woman swore Bella had chosen her. A soft gasp ended the standoff. Bella stepped from the bathroom, towel clinging to her damp skin, eyes wide. She admitted she’d told both of them yes. The towel slipped higher on her thighs as she twisted her hands. Karen grabbed one wrist, Whitney the other. Bella lurched between them, her bare shoulders jerking back and forth. The towel loosened, then dropped. Cool air hit flushed skin, nipples tightening instantly. Karen’s gaze dropped straight to Bella’s full breasts; Whitney’s hand slid down to cup the curve of her ass. Bella’s voice shook. “If we fuck first, maybe nobody stays angry.” She sank to her knees on the bedroom rug. Karen’s fingers threaded through her wet hair; Whitney’s knee nudged Bella’s thighs wider. Bella’s mouth opened, taking Karen’s fingers while Whitney’s slid between her legs, already slick. Every pull and push became a messy rhythm—Bella’s tongue, Whitney’s knuckles, Karen’s grip on her hips—each woman staking claim with tongue, teeth, and wet heat until argument blurred into hunger.