No, She's MY Bi Girlfriend!

Lauren's been hitting both sides—fucking Isiah Maxwell behind closed doors and licking Scarlett Alexis when the lights go down. Neither one knows about the other because, let's face it, biphobia's a bitch coming from either camp. So when birthday surprise time rolls around and both of them show up with wine and dirty grins, the jig is up fast. Right there on the porch the posturing starts—Isiah claiming her with his big hands, Scarlett shooting daggers and staking claim to the tongue she just had buried in Lauren's cunt a week ago. Lauren's throbbing clit says she likes the tension, but she's not in the mood to watch the people she fucks argue like middle-school brats. So she shuts it down with one razor-sharp order: quit the territorial bullshit or she walks from both of them. She spells it out—the dick hits different, the pussy hits different, but each of them lights the same damn fire. If they want any piece of that fire, they take the whole flame. Balls-out ultimatum: threesome tonight or she cuts both loose like dead weight. Pride is a hell of a drug. They stare each other down for a heartbeat, then nod like they're being force-fed crow. Door slams, clothes hit the floor, and suddenly the birthday girl's birthday wish is coming true—Isiah balls-deep, Scarlett's mouth greedy, Lauren riding the high of having two people prove they're game for all of her. Turns out sharing a bi babe is way hotter than fighting over one.