No One Can Replace Her

Ryan and her brand-new fiancée Kayla are hanging out at Ryan's place, ready to spring Kayla on Ryan's eighteen-year-old step-daughter Vanna. Ryan yells for Vanna to come into the living room. Vanna drags herself in like she's being called to detention. Kayla gets the official intro. Ryan plants one on Vanna's cheek, then goes tongue-deep on Kayla's mouth before she leaves the room. The way Vanna stares at that kiss you can practically smell the jealousy. Once they're alone Kayla tries the small-talk thing, sunny smile and everything. Vanna answers in half-grunts, arms locked around her ribs, keeping the whole width of the rug between them. Kayla exhales, softens, tries another angle—mentions Vanna's mom passing away. That cracks the shell a little; the girl is still stuck there. So she decides to shut this whole cozy-moment down with the nuclear option: she steps close, smiles like sin, and makes a blunt, filthy pass at her step-mom's fiancée. Kayla's eyebrows shoot up—then she spins toward the hallway and practically sings Ryan's name. Ryan strolls back in wearing nothing but a wicked grin, and the real plan lands like a slap: both of them want Vanna. Bad. The bratty, jealous girl who thought she was scaring Kayla off now has two ridiculously hot women who are dying to fuck her, and she looks caught somewhere between stunned and dripping wet.