Loyalty Can Be Trained

Charlotte Sins has been fucking Scarlette Moon behind Diana Grace’s back. Diana walks in on them mid-stride—Charlotte’s harness snug, the thick silicone already buried to the hilt in her best friend’s cunt. Anger flashes hot, then settles into something colder, sharper. Diana offers a choice: leave, or stay and take what she gives them. They stay. She strips, fastens her own harness, and lines the two blondes on the bed. Scarlette goes down first. Diana grabs a fistful of her hair and pushes in slow, making her feel every inch. Charlotte watches, chest flushed, nipples tight. Diana pulls out and turns to her next. She spreads Charlotte open and works the same length into her ass while Scarlette’s mouth finds Charlotte’s tits, sucking, biting, teasing until both women tremble. Diana sets the rhythm. She pushes Charlotte forward until Scarlette is on her knees in front of her, then guides Charlotte’s strap back inside Scarlette from behind. Three bodies lock together, moving as one. Diana thrusts, Charlotte rocks, Scarlette moans. Sweat beads between Charlotte’s breasts; Scarlette’s thighs shake. Diana reaches around, finds Scarlette’s clit, and circles until Scarlette comes hard enough to drag Charlotte over the edge with her. Only then does Diana let herself finish, hips snapping once, twice, before she stills, still buried deep.