Charlotte cracks one eye open to find Victoria already busy beside her, fingers working like she’s got a point to prove. “What’s got you so worked up this early?” Charlotte teases. Victoria smirks, never slowing down. “Been thinking about you and a guy,” she admits, voice low. She spells it out: her new favorite daydream is watching Charlotte take a real cock—especially the idea of that dick stretching Charlotte’s ass while she watches from the front row. Charlotte laughs, but the flush on her cheeks gives her away. She mentions her coworker Christian, built like he was designed for exactly this kind of trouble. A couple days later he shows up, and the second the door shuts the clothes start dropping. Charlotte and Christian go at it right in front of Victoria, who’s biting her lip so hard it’s a wonder she doesn’t draw blood. Then Victoria stops just watching. She slides in, hands everywhere, mouth following, and the three of them tangle up in a sweaty, loud, can’t-look-away three-way that leaves the sheets wrecked and nobody walking straight the next morning.
Charlotte cracks one eye open to find Victoria already busy beside her, fingers working like she’s got a point to prove. “What’s got you so worked up this early?” Charlotte teases. Victoria smirks, never slowing down. “Been thinking about you and a guy,” she admits, voice low. She spells it out: her new favorite daydream is watching Charlotte take a real cock—especially the idea of that dick stretching Charlotte’s ass while she watches from the front row. Charlotte laughs, but the flush on her cheeks gives her away. She mentions her coworker Christian, built like he was designed for exactly this kind of trouble. A couple days later he shows up, and the second the door shuts the clothes start dropping. Charlotte and Christian go at it right in front of Victoria, who’s biting her lip so hard it’s a wonder she doesn’t draw blood. Then Victoria stops just watching. She slides in, hands everywhere, mouth following, and the three of them tangle up in a sweaty, loud, can’t-look-away three-way that leaves the sheets wrecked and nobody walking straight the next morning.
