What're You Two Up To...?

Seth Gamble's all lathered up on the table when Katie Kush pours more gel across both their bodies. Her tits slide over his chest, his hands grip her ass, and they're grinding like they're seconds from fucking right there. No towels. No rules. Just skin on skin and the wet slap of gel as she works him toward the kind of happy ending that keeps him coming back. The door clicks and Vanessa Sky steps in mid-shift. Seth and Katie yank apart like teenagers caught in the back seat, lube shining on everything. Vanessa's eyes ping-pong between the two naked bodies, brows knitting. She clocks the bulging cock and glistening tits instantly. "We were just... it's a nuru massage," Katie blurts, scrambling for cover. Vanessa's mouth twists. She knows the parlor menu better than anybody and "nuru" isn't on it. "Show me," Vanessa says, crossing her arms. So Katie swallows, climbs back on Seth, and tries to stay clinical while her slippery cunt drags over his hard-on in long, grinding strokes. Vanessa watches every slip and slide, lips parting, thighs pressing together. The air crackles with it. The sounds. The heat. The bulge bouncing against Katie's clit. "You two are fucking," Vanessa states, voice low and a little breathy. Tension spikes for half a heartbeat. Then Vanessa smirks. "I won't narc... if I get a turn on that cock."