Checkmate

Evelyn brings Dante home. Dillon watches from the edge of the room, jaw tight, eyes hard. Dante leans in, whispers something that makes Evelyn laugh too loud. Dillon snaps. He throws one last look and storms out. Evelyn spins, voice sharp. "Did your mother not teach you to share?" She doesn't wait for an answer. She drops to her knees, pulls Dante free, wraps her lips around him and works him slow and deep. Dillon stops at the door, chest heaving, then comes back. He steps in, unzips, feeds Evelyn his cock while she still sucks Dante. She moves between the two men, spit on both shafts, hands pumping, mouth switching fast. Dillon grabs her hair, pushes deeper. Dante strokes her cheek, then pushes back in. They take turns fucking her face, hips snapping, until they both finish across her mouth and cheeks, thick loads streaking her skin while she looks up, eyes half-lidded, tongue out.