Stella and Allison were already half-naked, oil glistening, when that loud knock hit the door. Rebecca barged right in—some damn contractor acting like she owned the place. Tight schedule or not, she wasn’t budging. Stella shot Allison a wicked grin. Why send her away when they could put on a show? Allison squeezed more lube into her palms and slid them straight between Stella’s thighs, thumbs digging circles around her slick clit, fingers spreading her open so Rebecca could hear every wet sound. Stella moaned louder, arching, grinding down on two eager fingers. Rebecca didn’t flinch—she watched, lips twitching, hips shifting like her own panties were already soaked. When Allison bent down to tongue-fuck Stella’s dripping pussy, Rebecca finally stepped closer and dropped her tool belt. "Fuck it," Stella panted. "You’re here. Might as well earn your spot." Allison pulled her mouth off with a grin and crooked a finger. "Clothes off, tools down, get in." Three bodies tangled fast—Rebecca’s strap replacing Allison’s tongue, Allison riding Stella’s face, tongues swapping spit and moans. Oil-slick skin, grunts, slap of flesh, every thrust answering the other until the anniversary ended in a sweaty, filthy pile on the floor.
Stella and Allison were already half-naked, oil glistening, when that loud knock hit the door. Rebecca barged right in—some damn contractor acting like she owned the place. Tight schedule or not, she wasn’t budging. Stella shot Allison a wicked grin. Why send her away when they could put on a show? Allison squeezed more lube into her palms and slid them straight between Stella’s thighs, thumbs digging circles around her slick clit, fingers spreading her open so Rebecca could hear every wet sound. Stella moaned louder, arching, grinding down on two eager fingers. Rebecca didn’t flinch—she watched, lips twitching, hips shifting like her own panties were already soaked. When Allison bent down to tongue-fuck Stella’s dripping pussy, Rebecca finally stepped closer and dropped her tool belt. "Fuck it," Stella panted. "You’re here. Might as well earn your spot." Allison pulled her mouth off with a grin and crooked a finger. "Clothes off, tools down, get in." Three bodies tangled fast—Rebecca’s strap replacing Allison’s tongue, Allison riding Stella’s face, tongues swapping spit and moans. Oil-slick skin, grunts, slap of flesh, every thrust answering the other until the anniversary ended in a sweaty, filthy pile on the floor.
