Massage Threesome Part 2

August melts under Jade’s slow hands every Sunday. Oil glistens on her skin, the blonde’s breath quickening each time those fingers slide over her hips. This time, though, the ache slips past polite moans. August lifts her head, eyes on Tommy, and crooks a finger. His fly opens. Her mouth wraps around him, wet and hungry, the masseuse never missing a stroke along her spine. Jade hesitates—just a heartbeat—then August reaches back and catches her wrist, guiding the brunette’s palm lower. The towel slips away. Jade’s breath catches as three bodies shift on the table, skin sliding on skin, the air thickening with shared heat. Hands roam and mouths follow. Jade’s mouth finds August’s breast, tongue circling while Tommy sinks deeper between the blonde’s lips. The table creaks under their weight, oil and saliva gleaming. When Tommy finally spills across August’s parted lips, the blonde smiles up at Jade, thumb brushing the brunette’s cheek, pulling her in for a taste of what they’ve started together.