Yielding

Carrie patted Sam's shoulder, consoling her.

"Cheating son of a bitch," Sam said, downing another shot of whiskey.

"I know. Men suck. Fuck men," Carrie said. Sam nodded vigorously.

"Fuck men!" Sam said. They toasted to it.

***

An hour later, the drunken twosome checked into the same hotel that Jared used for his cheating. Sam pushed Carrie against the wall, kissing her hungrily.

"Fuck, I want this," Sam breathed out. Carrie nodded, breathing in her sweetness, tasting the liquor on her mouth. Sam pulled off Carrie's skirt. Sam was taller, more muscular, an athlete. Carrie was softer, sweeter, curvier. Sam took the lead, undressing her bitch, leaning down and tasting her breasts, her clit, her pussy, her ass, finally standing back up.

Carrie undressed Sam with equal zeal, exposing her eraser pink nipples. She was less curvy than Carrie, but fit and muscular. Carrie breathed in every inch of Sam with every bit of flesh she exposed. Carrie looked at her sodden shaved sex, giving her the same treatment, exulting in this victory.

Finally, Sam had Carrie lay flat on the bed, climbing on top of her in a 69 position. They both worked equally, feeding on each other's sexes, trying to conquer an unquenchable hunger as they ate each other out. Sam crossed her fingers, pushing them into Carrie's sex, working her expertly to orgasm. Carrie groaned into Sam's pussy, tickling Sam's asshole until Sam fed her her own delicious nectar. Carrie paused to take a picture and sent it to you, your gorgeous ex right below your own sister's pussy.