Fighting Over Fresh Meat

Ashley Fires and Aiden Ashley live a few blocks away, and both been eyeballing Jay Romero for weeks. His folks left the house empty, so the two knock-ups waited until the coast was clear and slid into his living room, circling the couch like sharks with tits. They plopped down on either side, legs pressed against his jeans, voices dripping honey while they grilled him. "Who’s hotter?" "Who fucks better?" "You want the one who cooks or the one who’ll choke on your cock after tequila shooters?" Jay’s head whips back and forth, cheeks red, dick already straining. He mumbles something about not being able to pick because they’re both perfect. That’s when Ashley leans in, tits brushing his arm, and says why the hell are they fighting when they could just tag-team his tight teenage body instead? The idea lands like a spark in gasoline. A greedy glance passes between the women. Fuck it—three in the bed, no parents home, just moans and wet slaps and cum. Jay nods so fast his neck cracks. Deal sealed.