Brooklyn Kinda Love - Episode 7

Bek recalls the darkest corners of her past, the ones she thought she'd buried. Nikki and Chris count pennies between them, the bills piling faster than the cash. Last week's threeway has left Frances and Braniff circling each other differently now—awkward pauses, sideways glances, the memory of all three bodies tangled and slick still hanging between them like smoke after a fire. Frances catches herself staring at Bran's mouth while they speak, remembering how it looked stretched around Nikki's cock. Braniff's fingers twitch against his thigh whenever Frances walks by, recalling the heat of her cunt clenching around him while Nikki's tongue worked between them. The silence grows heavier each day they don't speak of it.