Loyalty Can Be Trained

Charlotte Sins been fuckin' around on Diana Grace behind her back, and guess who's riding that dick? Diana's best friend Scarlette Moon. One afternoon Charlotte's got her strap buried balls-deep in Scarlette when the door slams—Diana just walked in on the whole show. She’s pissed, sure, but her revenge is three parts lust and one part “fuck around and find out.” She digs out her own harness, straps up, and makes the cheaters earn every stroke. First she bends them both over, lines up cock-to-ass-to-pussy, and turns them into a groaning sex train: Diana pounding Charlotte, Charlotte drilling Scarlette, hips snapping like a dirty locomotive. Charlotte comes first, clenching around plastic while Scarlette curses and digs her nails into the sheets; Diana grins, keeps pumping until Scarlette collapses into a soaked, twitching mess. They take the punishment—pussies, throats, egos wrecked—and they love every filthy second of it.