My Best Friend's Girl

Carly and Drew have been holding back like idiots for months. Brandon's best friend rule always stopped them cold, even though Drew and Carly can't stand being in the same room without getting twitchy. Now they've both snapped. Drew's got her bent over the kitchen counter in the middle of the afternoon, pants around his ankles, fucking her stupid while Brandon's just next door playing video games. She bites her arm so she doesn't moan his name. He keeps one hand clamped over her mouth and drives in deeper, smirking every time the table creaks. First time he makes her come it hits fast, her thighs shaking, her whole body grabbing at his cock like it wants more. He pulls out, drops to his knees, drags his tongue right through the mess he made until she comes again harder, heels digging into his back. Carly shoves him onto a chair and climbs on facing him, sinking down so slowly it kills them both. She rides him dirty, grinding on every upstroke, dripping down his balls, chasing a third peak while she whispers how much better his cock feels than Brandon's. Drew grips her ass and pounds up, gets rough, chokes out a filthy groan as he fills her right when the floor creaks outside the door. They freeze for one beat, hear Brandon swear about the controller, then laugh into each other's mouths before going at it again just to tempt fate.