Kenny lounged on the threadbare couch in their cluttered apartment, golden mullet falling into his eyes as he passed the joint to Kansas. "Babe, that scowl could curdle milk, but damn if it doesn't make me want to kiss it right off your face." Kansas, curvy in her baggy cargos and cropped tee that hugged her big tits, rolled her eyes but softened only for him and Margarine. "Shut it, stoner. You're lucky I don't bite." Margarine giggled from the pink beanbag, her pastel skirt riding up her skinny thighs, short blonde hair catching the light. "You two are ridiculous. But... horny ridiculous?"
The tension crackled as Kenny pulled Kansas onto his lap, hands sliding under her clothes to cup her ass. "Let me prove it—my girls are goddesses, and I worship without taking a damn thing." Kansas snorted, but her breath hitched when his fingers found her already wet pussy. "Fine, asshole. Show me." Margarine watched, biting her lip, her own cock stirring hard under the fabric. Kenny grinned, witty as ever: "Marg, come here—your exes were fools; this dick deserves attention too, but first, you both come for me."
Kansas straddled his hand, grinding as he worked two fingers deep, thumb circling her clit while he whispered filthy praise. "That's it, sweetheart—panting already? So wet and dripping, and it's all for you." Margarine knelt beside them, strong and unyielding as she kissed Kansas hard, their tongues clashing. Kenny's free hand slipped under Margarine's skirt, stroking her cock with expert twists that had her moaning. "Fuck, Kenny—no blowjob for you; just this. Make us come."
Sweating and horny, the trio shifted to the floor in a tangle of limbs. Kenny's fingers pumped faster into Kansas's pussy while his other hand milked Margarine's cock, precum dripping onto his palm. "Cum for me, goddesses—Kansas, that ass clenching, Marg, so sensitive and perfect." Kansas came first with a sharp cry, her body arching as cum slicked his hand; Margarine followed seconds later, her cock pulsing in his grip, thick ropes spilling while she panted against Kansas's neck.
They collapsed in a heap, Kenny kissing their foreheads like the hopeless romantic he was. "See? Never about me. You two are everything." Kansas smirked, strong and sated: "Don't get cocky, mullet-boy." Margarine nuzzled closer, already plotting payback. But as Kenny's eyes gleamed with fresh mischief, the night promised far more than one round of worship.
The real games were only just beginning across their tangled hearts.
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