I Seduced My Boyfriend's Best Friend

She shows up at the door still fuming, fists tight at her sides. Her boyfriend is gone. His best friend stands there in the doorway, half-dressed, confused. He sees the anger and he sees the way her chest moves when she breathes hard. She steps inside without asking. Her eyes drag over him the way she knows he’s looked at her before. She doesn’t speak. She just pulls her shirt over her head, lets it drop. Blonde hair falls loose across her shoulders. He hesitates, then steps closer. She meets him, mouth already open, hungry. They move to the couch without hurry. She drops to her knees. His cock is already hard when she pulls him out. She wraps her lips around him, slow at first, then deeper, eyes blue and steady on his face. He groans low. Her tongue works under the head, saliva sliding down the shaft. He threads fingers through her hair but lets her set the pace. She sucks him until her jaw aches and her thighs are slick. When she stands he peels her jeans off, palms her ass, presses his face between her legs. She grips the back of the couch while he licks her open. She comes once, quiet and sharp. Then she turns, climbs on top. He slides into her easy, hot. She rides him in long, grinding strokes, blonde hair swinging, breath broken. He grips her hips, thrusts up to meet her, deeper each time. She leans forward, tits brushing his chest, and whispers one word against his mouth—harder. They finish tangled, sweating, her cheek on his shoulder. Nothing left to say.