“Every time my housemate brings home a girlfriend, I steal her — not my fault. He never listens, and I always know what she wants. Tonight he’s actually trying, so I crash the date with her favorite smoothie. Two straws, four hands, and Chris Sinister‘s moaning between sips while we fight over her tits and dripping pussy. By movie night, he’s got her panties stuffed in his mouth while we both stroke him. By the sleepover, clothes are gone and we’re playing spin-the-bottle confessions. Pick one of us? Why, when she can ride both? Anytime. Anywhere.” Your Favorite Spicy Latina Hazel Heart