The Best Revenge Is Lezzing Well

Katrina Colt storms into her ex’s house with Scarlett Alexis riding shotgun. Boxes sit everywhere, stuff tossed in like yesterday’s garbage, and the sight lights Katrina’s fuse. She starts venting—how the guy was trash in bed, a borderline nightmare, already running around with some new girl. Scarlett listens, then smirks like she just cracked a code. Why not get even and make the whole street watch? Katrina perks up, hungry for the details. Scarlett lays it out: Katrina fucks a woman, right here, right now, so loud the neighbors hear. When everyone thinks she flipped for pussy because her ex sucked so bad, the story writes itself. Katrina isn’t actually into girls, but Scarlett shrugs and offers herself—friends do what friends do. Katrina grins, already wet at the thought. They move to the front window, lights on, shades wide, so every neighbor can see Scarlett’s hands sliding under Katrina’s shirt, fingers teasing those natural tits while she slips two fingers inside her. Scarlett works her slow and deep, tits pressed to Katrina’s back, both of them loud enough to carry down the block. Every thrust of those fingers is a middle finger to the ex, and Katrina moans like she’s already over him and onto something better.