Kym Wilde, Jamie Gillis and Tierra

Tierra hesitates at the door like she already knows what she’s stepping into. Kym meets her first, smiling that smile that never reaches her eyes, and takes her wrist. Jamie stays back, watching, the bulge in his slacks obvious and mean. They don’t waste time. Kym bends Tierra forward over the edge of the bed, palms flat, while Jamie steps in behind. He spits on his fingers, works one inside Tierra’s ass, slow and deliberate. She gasps, half surprise, half something darker. Kym laughs low, keeps Tierra’s hair in her fist, and feeds her tongue into her mouth every time Jamie adds another finger. When he finally presses his cock to that tight hole, Kym reaches down to spread her wider. Jamie pushes in inch by inch until his hips slap skin. Tierra’s knees shake but she stays put, taking every thrust, every smack of his hand across her ass. Kym watches close, touching herself, whispering filthy encouragement. Jamie grunts, drives deeper, and the whole bed starts to creak under the steady rhythm of flesh and tension.