The Sweetest Consolation

Veronica just got ghosted by her dickhead boyfriend, eyes red, heart wrecked. Brooklyn doesn't do pity parties—she does solutions. "He wrecked your night? My man will wreck the other kind." She's handing you over like a blunt at a party. Both of them stripped, sunlight catching sweat on tits and curved hips. Veronica's throat goes tight when she sees your dick slap against your stomach; you walk over hard already. Brooklyn kneels first, grabs the base, shoves your cock straight down her throat until she chokes and pulls off with a spit string stretching. "Taste," she tells her friend, feeding her your wet shaft. Veronica starts shy, then gets greedy, drool dripping from her chin while she tries to suck you deeper. Brooklyn's on her back, thighs open, pussy dripping onto the sheets. She holds Veronica by the hair, guiding that mouth onto her clit while you line up behind and slam into Veronica's ass. She grunts, face still buried in Brooklyn's cunt, shoulders jerking every time you bottom out. You swap holes every few minutes—Veronica rimming Brooklyn's asshole while you pound Veronica's soaked pussy raw. Brooklyn squirts across both your faces mid-moan and drags you in for a messy three-way kiss, tasting her own cum on everyone's tongues. Last move: Veronica flat on her stomach, you fucking her tight cunt hard enough to make the bed slam the wall, Brooklyn sitting on your face so you can tongue-fuck her open ass while the two girls make out above you and grind until nobody's thinking about broken hearts anymore.