Beauty parlour

I catch her eyes in the mirror. The blonde has been watching me while I smooth on my lipstick. She moves closer, big tits pressing against my back, and her hand slides beneath the hem of my top. I gasp when her fingers find my nipple and tug. She spins me around, pulls me into a deep kiss, then drops to her knees. Her tongue parts my folds, slow and deliberate, tasting me right there in the salon. A brunette steps in, drops her robe, and watches. The blonde looks up, lips glossy, then invites the brunette to join. We end up on the couch, mouths and hands everywhere, three bodies moving together until every breath is a moan.