Not You, Too!

Derrick steps through the front door and freezes. There’s Everly, legs wide on the couch, fingers working her slick pussy like she owns the room. He nearly drops his keys. “What the fuck are you doing?” he snaps. She just grins, keeps rubbing, not the least bit shy. He storms down the hall, barging into the bedroom ready to unload, only to find Rachael on the bed, tits out, two fingers buried deep, moaning his name. She barely glances up before pulling him closer. “Been dripping for you all damn day,” she pants. Derrick tries to spit out the story about Everly, but Rachael’s already tugging at his belt, eyes glassy with need. He’s got his cock out when movement in the doorway catches his eye. Everly again, hand between her thighs, watching every stroke. “Jesus Christ,” he growls. Rachael just laughs, low and dirty, and waves the girl in. “Come here, baby. Let’s quit hiding this shit and have some real fun.” Everly doesn’t need asking twice. She drops her shorts and climbs onto the bed, tits brushing Rachael’s as both blondes zero in on Derrick’s aching cock.