Paige bursts through the door early and stops cold. Whitney's riding her strap-on deep inside Stella on their bed, hips rolling like it's hers now. Stella's moaning, legs spread wide, dripping all over the sheets. Paige's blood boils—until she clocks how fucking hot Stella looks getting wrecked. "Apologize," Paige snaps. They do. Doesn't matter. She yanks the harness off Whitney's waist, the toy still glistening. "On your knees, both of you." Paige straps up, adjusts the fit, then drives straight into Stella first—hard, fast, zero warm-up. Stella gasps, body jerking with every thrust. Whitney watches, biting her lip. "Your turn," Paige says, grabbing her wife by the hair and bending her over. She fucks Whitney like punishment, deep and mean, the wet slap of skin filling the room. Whitney's dripping down her thighs, begging for more. Stella crawls closer, fingers between her legs, watching the mess she's caused. Paige doesn't stop. She switches back and forth, pounding each of them until they're shaking, wrecked, and smiling through it. The strap glistens. Everybody's breathing hard. Paige finally yanks it off, tosses it on the bed, and grins. "Next time, don't steal my shit."
Paige bursts through the door early and stops cold. Whitney's riding her strap-on deep inside Stella on their bed, hips rolling like it's hers now. Stella's moaning, legs spread wide, dripping all over the sheets. Paige's blood boils—until she clocks how fucking hot Stella looks getting wrecked. "Apologize," Paige snaps. They do. Doesn't matter. She yanks the harness off Whitney's waist, the toy still glistening. "On your knees, both of you." Paige straps up, adjusts the fit, then drives straight into Stella first—hard, fast, zero warm-up. Stella gasps, body jerking with every thrust. Whitney watches, biting her lip. "Your turn," Paige says, grabbing her wife by the hair and bending her over. She fucks Whitney like punishment, deep and mean, the wet slap of skin filling the room. Whitney's dripping down her thighs, begging for more. Stella crawls closer, fingers between her legs, watching the mess she's caused. Paige doesn't stop. She switches back and forth, pounding each of them until they're shaking, wrecked, and smiling through it. The strap glistens. Everybody's breathing hard. Paige finally yanks it off, tosses it on the bed, and grins. "Next time, don't steal my shit."
