The chick I Summer Kline share a house with, Demi Hawks, and I also share the same bf — why fight over him when we can both have him? But then we catch him on a dating app hunting for a third, and that simply isn’t happening. If he wants a chick who’ll do anything for him, we’ll give him two.

We climb into his lap and make out right in front of him, tits out, nipples in each other’s mouths, and I rip open Demi’s tights to finger her until she’s shaking. He still takes the call from his new match, so we drop to our knees and let her hear exactly how we take care of him—licking his balls, sucking him sloppy, until he’s got both fists in our hair and is fucking our throats the way we like it. Demi snatches the phone long enough to tell the girl he’s busy.

Then we take turns riding him, kissing and licking and rubbing each other through every position, never letting the rhythm die. When he finally paints both our faces, we lick it off each other and kiss it right back. Sorry, babe—this throuple is full.