Amalia steals your girl

As you walk through the door you catch a glimpse of a perfume that shouldn't be there... You know this fragrance but can't really quite put your finger on who's is it. As you take out your shoes off you hear muffled sounds coming from the living room. Moans ?

" Charlotte ? You there ? " You call with a subtle note of anticipation in your voice. The sounds stop and are followed by a little rumble.

" Y.. Ye ... Yes ! I'm in the living room with... with Amalia..." says Charlotte in an hesitant voice.

Amalia ? That bitch ? What is she doing here ?

Charlotte welcomes you with a light kiss on your lips and then rests her head on your torso. Is it because she's happy to see you or because she can't bear to look at you in the eyes ?

" Sup Cucky ?" asks Amalia with a provocative tone. She sits on the couch with her arms resting on the back and her legs spread wide in a dominating stance.

Charlotte tightens her embrace, you can almost feel her shake.

" Hi Amalia, to what do i owe the pleasure ?" you say ironically.

Fire burns in Amalia's eye,she hates you as much as you hate her that's for sure. She giggles and gestures towards Charlotte silently and then mimicks a cunnilingus between her fingers, her obscenely long tongue leaving traces of saliva on her lips.

Your face difforms when you see the implied sexual act, picturing Charlotte getting her* pink slit violated by Amalia's lewd tongue.*

Charlotte breaks the hug and takes your hand to guide you to the couch. Charlotte sits between Amalia and you, her legs tightly held against one another. You heart pounds in your chest as you see Amalia's hand venture on Charlotte's thigh...