Trapping A Two-Timer

Nicole Kitt and Alex Coal share a slow, knowing look when the door swings open. Their plan worked. Little Puck steps inside expecting two separate nights and instead finds her two girlfriends sitting hip-to-hip on the couch, all innocent smiles and polite hellos. The tension stretches, sweet and sharp. The women act like they’ve only just met—harmless chatter, lingering glances, nothing to raise alarm—yet each word tightens the noose around Little Puck’s lies. She tries to keep her cool, but the flush in her cheeks and the way her fingers twist at the hem of her dress betray her. Finally her voice cracks. She admits everything, voice shaky, eyes darting between them. Nicole stands first, heat flickering in her dark gaze. Alex follows. They circle Little Puck, their calm suddenly turning hungry. Hands slip beneath fabric, tugging it away, and Little Puck’s big breasts fill Nicole’s palms while Alex’s fingers slide down to part her. Breath hitches, thighs spread, and the game of lies shifts into a much wetter kind of confession. The threesome unfolds on the couch and then the floor, mouths and hands everywhere, three bodies moving with equal parts revenge and need until every hidden truth has been kissed, licked, and fingered into the open.