Menage A Trois

Anissa Kate leans in and reads that dirty French text off the phone for Buddy. Then she stops pretending she's just helping and grabs his dick instead. She drops to her knees, lips wrapped around his cock while the poor bastard's still half-assing a translation. Buddy's flying blind, French spilling out of his mouth and blood rushing south faster than he can keep up. That's when the door opens. In walks Kimberly—his actual date—heels clicking, grin already forming. No lectures, no jealousy. She just kicks her shoes off, kneels beside Anissa, and joins in like they drew straws. Two tongues, one cock, sticky sounds mixing with their laughter while Buddy stands there dumbfounded, wondering which corner of hell just sent him both of them at once.