Twinning 2: Part Two

Melissa thought she could just walk off with Riley’s life and snatch Capri too. She unlocks the bathroom, hands back the phone, the keys, the dress, spins some half-assed story, then bolts. Riley isn’t buying it. One call to Capri and the whole day’s lie blows up. Melissa had been parading around as Riley, hands all over Capri like it was nothing. Furious, Riley cooks up payback. Capri’s in on it, ringing Melissa with a line about never being touched like that before and knowing it wasn’t Riley. Melissa bites, cocky enough to think Capri wants seconds. She shows up ready to fuck again, eyes shut, lips parted, chasing that high. Riley waits in the dark. The second Melissa’s lids drop, Capri guides Riley’s hands over her own ass, then her mouth onto Riley’s. Melissa moans, still blind to the switch. When the truth drops she freezes, caught between two brunettes who now hold every card. “Ruined on the internet?” Riley says, smirking. “Or you get on your knees and lick my cunt.” Melissa strips fast, small tits bare, nipples already stiff. Riley palms them, hungry, then sucks hard. Melissa drops between her legs, tongue diving in, flicking, tasting every wet fold while Riley grinds on her face. They flip into a sixty-nine, natural tits pressed to flat stomachs, mouths locked on slick, swollen clits. Hips roll, wet pussies slide together in steady, filthy rhythm until the orgasms crash through both of them, loud and shaking. Afterward Riley grins, still catching her breath. “Nothing beats fucking yourself, right?”