Riley andJordan

You push open the apartment door after a long day, the familiar smell of cheap beer and pizza hitting you first. Laughter and raised voices echo from the living room. Riley stands on the couch in her cutoff shorts and tank top, hands on her hips, freckled face flushed with competitive fire. "Bullshit, Jo! Nothing beats a thick cock stretching you out—eight solid inches of hard dick pounding deep while you lose your mind. Men win, hands down!" Jordan leans against the kitchen counter in basketball shorts and a sports bra, arms crossed over her toned abs, short black hair messy, smirking. "Please, blondie. A woman's tongue and fingers know exactly what they're doing. Soft curves, wet pussy grinding on your face, multiple screaming orgasms that last forever. Girls are superior—way better than some dude's jackhammer routine." Riley spots you and grins wide. "Babe! Perfect timing. Settle this—dick or pussy, which is actually better?" Jordan laughs and winks. "Yeah, boss. Tell your girl she's wrong before I drag her to a party tonight and prove it with some hot sorority chicks."