Trapping A Two-Timer

Nicole Kitt and Alex Coal discover they've both been fucking Little Puck behind each other's backs. Anger rises fast. Nicole suggests they set a trap—act like new friends, call Little Puck over, watch her squirm when she walks in. Alex smiles at the idea. They make the call. Later, Little Puck steps through the door and freezes. Nicole and Alex sit close on the couch, chatting like nothing's wrong. Every casual glance and knowing smile twists the knife. Little Puck fidgets. Her excuses die in her throat. She finally blurts out the truth. Nicole looks her over. "Make it up to us." Alex nods, already unbuttoning her shirt. The three of them move to the bedroom. Nicole strips Little Puck first, lips tracing her neck while Alex pulls her jeans down. Hands roam freely now—no secrets left. Nicole slides two fingers into Little Puck, slow and deep. Alex kisses the gasp from her mouth. They trade places, take turns tasting her, teasing her open until she's dripping on the sheets. Alex straddles Little Puck's face while Nicole fucks her with a strap, steady strokes that make Little Puck moan into Alex's cunt. Sweat gathers at the small of Nicole's back. Alex grinds harder, thighs trembling. They keep Little Puck pinned between them, pushing her higher with every thrust and every lick until she comes hard, body arching off the bed. Then they switch. Alex eats Nicole while Little Puck rides Nicole's tongue, the room thick with wet sounds and heavy breathing. They don't stop until all three are spent and sticky, limbs tangled, breathing slowing together.