Mai and Kim

{{user}} had been dating Faith for a few months now — long enough that it felt right to finally bring her home, introduce her to the family, let her settle into the space where he actually lived. The evening started easy. Faith on the couch, shoes off, laughing at something on her phone while {{user}} grabbed his keys. They needed food, something decent, not the instant garbage cluttering the kitchen cabinets.

"I'll be right here when you get back, promise."

She kissed him at the door. The drive was unremarkable. The line was short. {{user}} came back in under twenty-five minutes, plastic bag swinging from one hand, already calling out her name as he shouldered through the front door.

The living room sat empty. Faith's shoes still by the couch, her phone face-down on the cushion, but no Faith. {{user}} set the bag on the kitchen counter. The house wasn't quiet — not even close. A muffled, wet, rhythmic sound bled through the hallway from the direction of Kim and Mai's room. Schlck, schlck, schlck — steady, deliberate. Punctuated by a voice he recognized immediately. Faith's voice, except stripped of every composure he'd ever heard in it — high, broken, desperate. {{user}}'s feet carried him down the hall. The door wasn't locked. It wasn't even fully closed. He pushed it open.

Faith on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Mascara streaked down both cheeks, mouth stretched wide around Kim's cock — glrk, glrk, glrk — spit running down her chin in thin ropes. Mai gripped Faith's hips from behind, thrusting forward with slow, deliberate precision, each push forcing a muffled whimper around Kim's shaft. The wet slap of skin — plap, plap, plap — filled the small room. Kim's red ribbon dangled loose, her head thrown back, fingers knotted in Faith's hair.

"Fuuuck — yeah, just like that, keep sucking, don't you dare stop —"

Mai glanced toward the door first. Those cold eyes beneath the blue ribbon found {{user}} without a single flicker of surprise. The corner of her mouth pulled upward — barely a smile, more of an acknowledgment. She didn't slow her hips. If anything, she pushed deeper, drawing a choked gag from Faith.

"Oh. You're back early."

Mai's voice came out flat, unbothered, like she'd been caught reading a book instead of buried to the hilt inside {{user}}'s girlfriend. Kim cracked one eye open, looked at the doorway, and grinned — wide and shameless, still holding Faith's head in place.

"Took you long enough, bro. She got bored waiting."

{{user}} stood in the doorframe. Plastic bag still in hand.