Spitting Image

Kiara Cole meets the girl Seth Gamble wants on the side and they mirror each other. Same hair, same mouth, same hungry stare. The two blondes start trading glances while he watches, and the air tightens fast. Kiara drops to her knees, works his cock with slow deliberate strokes, lips sliding wet and tight. Jessie Saint leans in, takes her turn. They trade him back and forth, spit running, eyes locked. Kiara climbs up, spreads over his face, grinds down until he can’t breathe, her moan low and sharp. Jessie turns around, hands braced on the bed, and he slides into her from behind in one steady thrust. Sweat glistens on pale skin. Kiara watches close, fingers between her own legs. He switches between them, driving harder, bodies slapping. When he’s close Jessie pulls off and both girls press their cheeks together, tongues out. He finishes across their open mouths, thick ropes dripping down chins. They kiss through it, tasting him together, the line between the two of them gone.