Get Along, You Two!

Daya Knight's chilling when her stepbrother Davon Drake strolls by and drops that he's hunting for Misty Stone. They start going at each other fast, both claiming the other's been hogging their stepmom, and underneath the bullshit it's obvious they're both chasing something dirtier than a family dinner. Mid-tussle Misty cuts in, fed up with the crap. She slides out a pair of cuffs and lays it flat: if they want more time inside her they gotta play nice. The only way she sees that happening is if they're chained together. Daya and Davon gripe but fold quick, cause losing Misty's attention stings worse than being stuck to each other. Once they're locked wrist-to-wrist every little thing turns into a battle. They fight over tying sneakers, over chewing cereal, over fucking breathing. Misty watches the show, unimpressed, then makes it crystal: until they act like teammates instead of brats, those cuffs stay on and so do their pants. She spreads out on the couch, legs wide, and tells them if they want freedom they've got to work together and make her cum until the metal clicks open.