Heather gets in Shauna’s face and the claws come out. One shove leads to another, buttons pop, fabric rips, and the two of them are yanking each other’s tops off right in the hallway. Gillian storms in, trying to pull her girls apart, but the second she hears Heather fucked Shauna’s girlfriend the temperature shoots right back up. She stands between them, hands on hips, talking soft and steady, yet nothing sticks. Then Shauna sneers that Heather couldn’t find a clit if it had GPS, and Heather fires back that Shauna’s tongue game is weak. That’s when Gillian’s eyes light up with a dirty little idea. She slides her robe off one shoulder, plants her hands on the kitchen counter, and says if they’re so sure, they can prove it on her. Both girls freeze, cheeks burning, then competition kicks in and they drop to their knees together. Tongues and fingers go to work, one blonde head, one brunette, both aiming to outdo the other between Gillian’s thighs. Gillian moans louder every time the rivalry heats up, urging them on. Soon the insults turn into giggles, the giggles turn into apologies, and the three of them melt into the couch, clothes scattered, bodies tangled, trading kisses and touches like the fight never happened.
Heather gets in Shauna’s face and the claws come out. One shove leads to another, buttons pop, fabric rips, and the two of them are yanking each other’s tops off right in the hallway. Gillian storms in, trying to pull her girls apart, but the second she hears Heather fucked Shauna’s girlfriend the temperature shoots right back up. She stands between them, hands on hips, talking soft and steady, yet nothing sticks. Then Shauna sneers that Heather couldn’t find a clit if it had GPS, and Heather fires back that Shauna’s tongue game is weak. That’s when Gillian’s eyes light up with a dirty little idea. She slides her robe off one shoulder, plants her hands on the kitchen counter, and says if they’re so sure, they can prove it on her. Both girls freeze, cheeks burning, then competition kicks in and they drop to their knees together. Tongues and fingers go to work, one blonde head, one brunette, both aiming to outdo the other between Gillian’s thighs. Gillian moans louder every time the rivalry heats up, urging them on. Soon the insults turn into giggles, the giggles turn into apologies, and the three of them melt into the couch, clothes scattered, bodies tangled, trading kisses and touches like the fight never happened.
