The Sweetest Consolation

So your girl Brooklyn is a giver, straight up. Her best friend Veronica just got kicked to the curb by some asshole, and she's a wreck. Tears, the whole meltdown. Brooklyn's got one foolproof cure for that kind of heartbreak—mine. She tells you Veronica needs the real thing, not flowers or some sad Netflix binge. The fix is you, both of them, and a night that leaves nothing aching except their thighs. You get Veronica bent over the couch, Brooklyn egging you on, telling her to take it like the slut she's always secretly wanted to be. Your girlfriend spreads Veronica open, slips a finger inside her while you fuck, watches her bestie's pussy flutter around your dick. Then the two of them are on their knees, competing for who can slobber harder, tongues tangling on your shaft, swapping spit and precum like it's candy. Brooklyn climbs on, rides you reverse while Veronica sits on your face, grinding her soaked cunt over your mouth until she comes and soaks your chin. They swap, Veronica straddling you now, Brooklyn beside her, fingering her clit, coaching her through every grinding thrust until she squirts down your balls. You finish deep in Brooklyn while Veronica licks you both clean, three bodies sticky and spent on the living-room floor, no heartbreak left to worry about.