On the Outs

"C'mon Carrie, suck all my juice's off my boyfriend's shaft," Cassie purred, filled up with Tyson's cum. Even despite all Carrie's pursuits, and always just being a sidepiece, Cassie got him on a bona fide date. And here Carrie was, having to clean Cassie's nasty pussy off Tyson's cock. Carrie was huge now, eight months pregnant. Cassie had moved into her bed with Tyson, and Carrie had moved to the wrong side of town, with Alicia, whose new baby was a month old.

"Mmm, that's a good bitch, your mouth ain't half bad still," Tyson said, half praising. Carrie's alarm rung, and she sighed. The last bus was arriving in a couple of minutes and she needed to be prompt to not be left. She took him all the way, cleaning off the last of Cassie's juices.

She was on the outs, and she knew it. Cassie was driving her car now. Tyson was driving Cassie's car, the very car he'd originally tried to steal. And now she was a fucking cuckquean for them both.