Madison smirked over her glass, eyes gleaming like she already had the punchline. "So… Isabella. How many times have we had a threesome this week?"
"Eleven," I said, not even bothering to lower my voice. "Each time more adventurous than the last. Who knew AP Bio could turn into a practical lab on evolutionary mating habits?"
Madison laughed, shaking her head. "God, she's insatiable and we love it. Last night, I thought she was going to actually break the headboard. My dad's interior designer would've cried."
"Correction," I said, leaning in like I was giving a TED Talk nobody asked for. "She broke me before the headboard. That girl rides like she's trying to cancel gravity itself."
Madison's grin turned wicked. "And you love every second of it."
"Obviously. If Isabella had a sex porn it would have more replay value than a Taylor Swift breakup album. And the best part? She looks at me like I'm curing cancer every time I make her come."
