This is hard. I already want a nasty threesome with them. I imagine it all to go down like this.
The room smelled faintly of stale smoke from reggie weed and cheap detergent, that sad mix unique to rundown motels on the wrong side of town. The aluminum foil taped to the window crinkled softly whenever the air conditioner kicked on, hiding them from the world outside—because secrecy always cost less than honesty.
Amanda Seales leaned back against the headboard, her silk camisole slipping down one caramel shoulder. The dim lamp lit up her cheekbones, made her eyes shimmer with that dangerous cocktail of desire and guilt while she watched me pace, shirt half-open, skin still damp from the shower.
Then there was Sydney Sweeney—the spark no one could ignore. Curled up at the foot of the bed, laughter dancing on her lips, she dragged her finger along the rim of a half-empty glass, stirring the silence between them. Sydney's PAWG energy was wild, hungry, the kind of presence that pulled rules into the dark and left them there :PAUSE:
“I don’t know what we’re doing,” I muttered, after taking a tote of indo smoke. carrying both warning and want.
“You know exactly what we’re doing,” Sydney cut in, her gaze sliding to Amanda. “RAW, ballz deep anal, no pull out with a 6 cert breh"
Amanda inhaled sharply, torn and tremulous, but the flicker in her eyes betrayed her. She was scared of pawging for the first time, but also set ablaze. I stopped pacing, caught between them, drawn by Sydney's daring and Amanda's trembling need, I pulled my dikk out for them and ate a gas station honey pack.
Sydney crawled up the bed with a dog collar around her neck while Amanda controlled her every movement with a leash.
The hum of the AC filled the silence as the foil-covered window rattled slightly, a tin-foil curtain sealing away all judgment. The world outside didn’t matter in that room—cheap furniture, peeling wallpaper, heartbeats echoing louder than reason.
Three souls, tangled somewhere between fear and desire, knowing the hotel room is about to get fukked up and we won't be getting our deposit back.
at getting with Sydney Sweeney and talking about fuccking politics 
