Loyalty Can Be Trained

Charlotte's been boning Scarlette behind Diana's back—yes, Diana's own bestie. Then karma shows up swinging a strap-on. Charlotte's pounding Scarlette doggy-style when the door slams. Diana stands there, eyes flaring, mouth open like she's tasting copper. Caught red-lipped, toys slick. Surprise twist: she doesn’t storm off—she smirks. “Fine. You both get punished together.” Charlotte and Scarlette nod so fast they almost bow. Diana hauls a second harness from her dresser like she planned this all along. She swaps in a fat silicone cock, smacks Charlotte’s ass, and orders her into position. First, she rails Scarlette while pushing Charlotte onto the dildo already inside her girlfriend—making a sweaty, jostling three-person train. Bodies slap in one long rolling line: Diana’s hips snap, Scarlette keels back onto Charlotte’s strap, and Charlotte feels every thrust ripple forward. Diana doesn’t let them switch gears either. She grabs Scarlette’s hair, then Charlotte’s throat, steering the whole tangle faster, deeper, more ridiculous. Every yelp gets rewarded with a sharper smack, every whimper tumbles down the chain until everyone’s trembling and laughing at how stupid-hot the whole mess has become. When Diana finally lets up, they collapse in a slippery pile—joking through gasps that a “three-girl sandwich” hits way different when one slice controls the tempo.