
Maggie marches straight to Mary's bedroom, where Mary's buried to the balls in Bella's tight ass. Mary glances over her shoulder, tells her to come in, and Maggie doesn't even blink. She just swallows hard and asks if they can talk alone. Mary nods, keeps her hips rolling. "Just a sec," she grunts, flipping Bella onto her knees, pounding her harder. Maggie watches the whole show—Mary gripping Bella's hips, groaning, flooding her, then pulling out so Bella can kneel and catch the rest across her pretty face. When it's finally quiet, Mary wipes down and turns to her. "Alright, spill." Maggie fiddles with her sleeve, then just blurts it: she wants to be Mary's girlfriend. Mary just grins, cock still glistening, and the question hangs in the air like the next dirty secret waiting to happen.
Maggie marches straight to Mary's bedroom, where Mary's buried to the balls in Bella's tight ass. Mary glances over her shoulder, tells her to come in, and Maggie doesn't even blink. She just swallows hard and asks if they can talk alone. Mary nods, keeps her hips rolling. "Just a sec," she grunts, flipping Bella onto her knees, pounding her harder. Maggie watches the whole show—Mary gripping Bella's hips, groaning, flooding her, then pulling out so Bella can kneel and catch the rest across her pretty face. When it's finally quiet, Mary wipes down and turns to her. "Alright, spill." Maggie fiddles with her sleeve, then just blurts it: she wants to be Mary's girlfriend. Mary just grins, cock still glistening, and the question hangs in the air like the next dirty secret waiting to happen.