Serial Seducer

Jessica Ryan and Ava Sinclaire were shooting the shit when Ava started bragging about her new guy, Robby—curly brown hair, guitar in his hands, the usual fuckboy starter pack. Jessica raised an eyebrow; she had the same boyfriend. Same name, same curls, same goddamn six-string. Turned out both of them were getting dicked down by the same Robby Echo, and neither was thrilled about sharing. Ava grabbed her phone, told him to drag his cheating ass over, and when he walked in they laid it on him. He stammered, they cut him off, and told him he owed them the truth from the start. He owned up. They told him to pick. He couldn’t. Said they were both perfect, but maybe they could settle it with a live-fire comparison. Clothes hit the floor fast. They took turns swallowing his cock, trading spit-slick kisses around the shaft, tongues meeting mid-stroke, each determined to out-suck the other at first. But as Ava climbed onto his lap and sank down balls-deep, Jessica crawled behind him to lick his balls while he thrust up, and soon the rivalry melted into a sweaty three-way tangle. Jessica’s tongue found Ava’s clit while Robby drove in from behind; Ava jerked Jessica’s hair and begged her to do it harder. Robby stopped pretending he had to choose and just buried his face between their thighs like a man making up for lost time. Neither woman ended up winning alone—they were too busy winning together.