Sophia Locke scrolls through her hubby Draven Navarro's phone, her blood boiling as she spots texts with his ex, Andylynn Payne. Still chatting? That stings. She marches up to Draven, eyes flashing. 'What's this shit?' He swears they're just pals these days. 'You're the one I love, babe—only you.' Sophia bites her lip, confessing she's all twisted up with jealousy and insecurity. But hey, what if they flipped the script? Invite Andylynn over for a steamy threesome. That'd let Sophia size her up, turn the ghost from Draven's past into a real, touchable playmate. Draven's jaw drops—didn't see that coming—but he's game. Texts fly, and soon Andylynn's at the door. Clothes hit the floor fast. Sophia and Andylynn click like they've been secret friends forever, their hands roaming everywhere, lips locking in hungry kisses while Draven watches, then dives in. They tangle in a sweaty heap on the bed—Sophia grinding against Andylynn's curves, Draven thrusting deep into both, moans filling the room as they switch positions, tasting every inch. Tongues tease slick folds, fingers plunge in rhythm, cocks and toys swapping hands till they're all quivering messes. By the end, everyone's grinning, spent and satisfied—no more jealousy, just pure, naughty bliss.
Sophia Locke scrolls through her hubby Draven Navarro's phone, her blood boiling as she spots texts with his ex, Andylynn Payne. Still chatting? That stings. She marches up to Draven, eyes flashing. 'What's this shit?' He swears they're just pals these days. 'You're the one I love, babe—only you.' Sophia bites her lip, confessing she's all twisted up with jealousy and insecurity. But hey, what if they flipped the script? Invite Andylynn over for a steamy threesome. That'd let Sophia size her up, turn the ghost from Draven's past into a real, touchable playmate. Draven's jaw drops—didn't see that coming—but he's game. Texts fly, and soon Andylynn's at the door. Clothes hit the floor fast. Sophia and Andylynn click like they've been secret friends forever, their hands roaming everywhere, lips locking in hungry kisses while Draven watches, then dives in. They tangle in a sweaty heap on the bed—Sophia grinding against Andylynn's curves, Draven thrusting deep into both, moans filling the room as they switch positions, tasting every inch. Tongues tease slick folds, fingers plunge in rhythm, cocks and toys swapping hands till they're all quivering messes. By the end, everyone's grinning, spent and satisfied—no more jealousy, just pure, naughty bliss.
