Massage Threesome Part 1

August waits facedown on the massage table, her curves catching the light. Her private masseuse, Jade, works long strokes down her back, oil slick and warm under her palms. August's breathing changes. She lifts her head, catches Tommy's eye, and crooks a finger. Tommy steps closer. August reaches for his waistband, frees his thick cock, and takes him into her mouth without a word. Jade pauses, hands hovering above August's spine. Surprise flickers across her face. Then August glances back, lips shiny, and invites her with a simple tilt of her chin. Jade moves in. Her hands slide lower, over the curve of August's ass, then lower still. Fingers part slick folds while August keeps working Tommy's length, tongue and throat in a steady rhythm. Jade leans close, tasting what she finds. Moans vibrate around Tommy's cock as the two women find their own rhythm, oil and spit mixing, the table creaking under shifting weight. Blonde hair spills across the sheet. Brunette strands fall forward as Jade's mouth joins August's on Tommy's cock. They trade him back and forth, lips meeting at the head, tongues brushing. August arches, tits pressed to the table, and reaches for Jade's breast, thumb circling the nipple until it hardens. Jade answers by slipping two fingers inside August, slow and deep, thumb working her clit in lazy circles. The oil bottle tips. Jade pours a fresh line down August's spine, spreads it with both hands, then presses her own tits against August's back. The pressure pushes August forward, taking Tommy deeper. Spit runs down his shaft, lands on the sheet. Jade's fingers never stop moving. August's hips roll, riding them, while her mouth stays locked around Tommy, cheeks hollowing with each pull. Every sound in the room is wet. Skin on skin, lips on cock, fingers sliding in and out. The table rocks. The three of them move together, no rush, no waste, just heat and oil and the steady build toward whatever comes next.