Two's Company

Chloe Cherry drags Abigail Mac inside the house, both of 'em grinning ear-to-ear, practically buzzing with that post-fun glow. Their hair's all messed up, clothes a little askew. Chloe smirks and goes, 'I don't get the big deal with threesomes after that mess.' Abigail bursts out laughing. 'Maybe not all of 'em are like that one.' Poor dude gave it his all, but damn, they wore him out. One cocky minx like her? He was barely equipped. Two? Forget it, he was swimming with sharks. They flop down on the couch to unwind, but Chloe winces and rolls her shoulder. Abigail shoots her a look. 'You good?' Chloe waves it off. 'Yeah, just sore. Some of those wild positions kicked my ass.' She winks. 'Wanna rub it out for me?' Abigail's eyes light up. 'Hell yeah.' As Abigail kneads those tense shoulders, Chloe sighs. 'All in all, first threesome was... intriguing. Hope it doesn't screw us up.' Abigail's hands don't stop. 'Not a chance, babe. Sure, it was clunky at the start till we hit our groove, but then? Fire. Who else would I pop my threesome cherry with but my ride-or-die bestie?' Abigail's touch turns teasing, fingers sliding lower, all slow and sultry. She leans in close. 'Wanna give it another spin?' Chloe flushes, stammers a bit. 'Nah... wasn't my jam. I dig the straight-up one-on-one heat.' Abigail grins like she knows a secret. 'What if we skip the guy altogether?' Chloe blinks, caught off guard. 'Wait, that'd just be you and me, right?' 'Bingo.' Chloe pauses, then her eyes spark with mischief. She nods, all sly and hungry, and pulls Abigail in for a deep, lingering kiss. No dude crashing the party now—these two dive into each other, hands roaming free, finally unleashing that pent-up spark without any distractions stealing the show.