Janelle kissed Kade like she was sealing a deal. Her lipstick smeared across his lips, her teeth dragging down his throat.
"You're going to her," she said, voice velvet and venom. "But don't you dare forget whose cum is still on your cock."
Kade didn't speak he knew better.
He nodded. Took the flash drive she handed him.
"Give her that. It's us. She'll watch every second of me riding you—tight, soaking, begging. She'll see how I moaned her name while I came for you. That should fuck with her head."
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✈️ He arrived the next day.
Mirabel didn't look impressed… at first.
But when she played the video?
Her breath hitched.
Janelle—legs wide, back arched, crying out into Kade's mouth.
"Mirabel—fuck—look at what you made me."
Mirabel's thighs squeezed together.
Her control wavered.
And Kade? He saw it.
He grabbed her by the waist, shoved her onto her desk, and whispered:
"I learned everything from her. Now be a good girl and let me remind you."
And he did.
Over and over.
Until Mirabel clawed his back raw and screamed Janelle's name like a broken prayer
📹 Hours later...
Janelle received the recording.
Kade's phone pinged her.
Naya was curled in her lap, watching over her shoulder, fingers lazily teasing Aster's soaked folds on the couch beside them.
Janelle smiled like a devil in silk.
"She still moans my name. Even with you inside her."
Aster whimpered.
Naya smirked.
And Mirabel? She was just getting started.
"Bring him here," she messaged Janelle.
"Let's see how long he lasts when we both ride him."
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To be continued