Cheaper to Keep Her

Raven-haired Gina Valentina sits fuming beside Tommy Pistol as they head out for the weekend. The detour to his ex-wife’s house burns a hole in her mood. Alana Cruise opens the door with a smirk, sizing up the new girl like she’s already plotting. Tommy ducks out to the bank, leaving them alone. The women circle, snarling, until Alana shoves Gina onto the couch, straddles her face, and grinds until Gina’s tongue is buried deep in wet cunt. Both of them work themselves into a sweat—Gina licking, fingering her own soaked slit while Alana rides her mouth to a shaking finish. Tommy walks back in, sees the tangle of limbs, and decides he’s not breaking it up; he’s taking charge. He ropes Alana to a post, clamps her nipples, fits a ball gag between her teeth, and makes her watch. Gina drops to all fours on the couch, wrists cinched behind her, ass up. Tommy drives into her from behind, each thrust landing with a wet smack that echoes off the walls. Gina moans around the gag of her own making—pure need—until he pulls out and frees Alana’s mouth only to fuck it like he used to, hard and fast. He lines both women up on their knees and lets them share his cock, spit-slick and greedy. Then he hauls Alana down to the floor, ties her in doggie, and works her pussy before sliding straight into her ass. Gina crawls beneath to watch the stretch, tongue flicking out to taste everything. Later the three move to the couch—Gina and Alana side by side, wrists bound. Tommy stuffs Gina first with fingers, then tongue, then his cock while she buzzes her clit. When she’s trembling and spent he switches to Alana, burying himself in her ass until she comes hard, swearing and shaking like old times. No check changes hands. He’s decided it’s cheaper to keep her.