Ride Or Die

April lies back on the bed, legs open, April’s dark bush wet and full under Gianna’s mouth. She keeps one hand in April’s hair, holding her down as Maximo moves in behind. He pushes inside April first, takes his time, then pulls out and slides straight into Gianna’s mouth. She doesn’t flinch. She cleans him, tongue flat, eyes half-closed, lets the taste stay on her. When he’s hard again he goes back to April, fucks her slow, pulls out, feeds Gianna once more. They keep that rhythm until he finishes in Gianna’s mouth and she swallows every drop, lips shiny, breath even, like this was always part of the plan.