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Dana DeArmond and Whitney Wright lounge at the reception desk, killing time before their next gigs kick off. Both slots? Nuru treatments—way hotter than the usual Swedish snoozefests folks book. As they chat, Dana can't resist: she flicks the hem of Whitney's silky satin robe, teasing her with a wicked grin. Whitney swats her hand away, whispering, 'Cut it out, babe—a client could burst in any second!' But that just eggs her on. In a flash, Whitney climbs onto Dana's lap, their lips crashing together in a steamy make-out session. Her hands roam up, squeezing Dana's tits like she's staking a claim. Dana finally pulls back, breathless. 'Whoa, slow down. My fave client's due any minute.' She smirks. 'Guy's a total stud—reeks of that cocky confidence I crave.' Whitney laughs, straightening her robe. 'Mine's no slouch either. Rolls in straight from the office, suit clinging like it was sewn on. Bet they're custom—word is, he's loaded.' Dana nods. 'Suit guy for me too. Big-shot lawyer, explains the constant tension. No wonder he books so often.' Whitney's eyes widen. 'Weird. My rich dude's a lawyer...' Right on cue, Charles Dera struts through the door, owning his crisp suit and tie like a boss. Confidence radiates off him as he hits the counter. The girls greet him with flirty smiles, then drop the bomb: 'Schedule glitch—you're double-booked with us both. Pick your poison.' Charles chuckles, leaning in. 'Glitch? Nah. Just closed a massive deal for the firm. Treating myself to the ultimate unwind: Nuru with two hotties.' They exchange glances, biting lips. 'Sorry, stud—we don't do doubles here.' But he flashes a grin. 'I'll make it worth your while. Fat tips for both if you play along.' Dana shrugs, eyeing Whitney. 'Kinda bends the rules, but hey, if you're game?' Whitney nods. 'Screw it—we're both free anyway. Why not?' They guide him to the private room, that big shower gleaming invitingly. Hands all over, they strip his suit off slow and teasing—jacket first, shirt unbuttoned with lingering touches, pants sliding down his thighs. They save the tie for last, tugging it loose like unwrapping a prize. 'Our turn,' they say, but Charles pipes up, voice husky. 'Hold up—way sexier if you two strip each other. Make it a show.' They wink. 'Your wish.' He sinks into a chair, eyes locked as they turn to each other. Fingers trace collars, robes slip off shoulders, bras unhook with soft gasps. Panties hit the floor last, bodies bare and begging for attention. Naked and buzzing, they pull Charles into the shower. 'This part's my jam,' he admits. Dana grins. 'Then we'll linger—extra suds just for you.' Water cascades as they lather him up, hands gliding everywhere. They pamper his chest, worship his abs with kisses, soap his thighs while stroking his hardening cock—slow pulls that make him groan. At his nudge, they turn the heat on each other too, fingers dipping between legs, tits rubbing slick against slick. Shower done, they towel off quick and lead him to the mat. First, they slick each other up, turning it into pure eye candy for him. Dana's hands knead Whitney's full breasts, thumbs circling nipples till they're peaks. Whitney returns the favor, oil dripping down curves as they grind close. Bodies gleaming, they pounce on Charles. It's an all-out Nuru assault—sliding tits and asses over his skin, mouths teasing his shaft. Tension builds fast, exploding into a wild threesome. Dana rides him hard while Whitney grinds on his face, both swapping spots, eager to milk every moan until he unloads in a frenzy of slick, satisfied chaos.
Dana DeArmond and Whitney Wright lounge at the reception desk, killing time before their next gigs kick off. Both slots? Nuru treatments—way hotter than the usual Swedish snoozefests folks book. As they chat, Dana can't resist: she flicks the hem of Whitney's silky satin robe, teasing her with a wicked grin. Whitney swats her hand away, whispering, 'Cut it out, babe—a client could burst in any second!' But that just eggs her on. In a flash, Whitney climbs onto Dana's lap, their lips crashing together in a steamy make-out session. Her hands roam up, squeezing Dana's tits like she's staking a claim. Dana finally pulls back, breathless. 'Whoa, slow down. My fave client's due any minute.' She smirks. 'Guy's a total stud—reeks of that cocky confidence I crave.' Whitney laughs, straightening her robe. 'Mine's no slouch either. Rolls in straight from the office, suit clinging like it was sewn on. Bet they're custom—word is, he's loaded.' Dana nods. 'Suit guy for me too. Big-shot lawyer, explains the constant tension. No wonder he books so often.' Whitney's eyes widen. 'Weird. My rich dude's a lawyer...' Right on cue, Charles Dera struts through the door, owning his crisp suit and tie like a boss. Confidence radiates off him as he hits the counter. The girls greet him with flirty smiles, then drop the bomb: 'Schedule glitch—you're double-booked with us both. Pick your poison.' Charles chuckles, leaning in. 'Glitch? Nah. Just closed a massive deal for the firm. Treating myself to the ultimate unwind: Nuru with two hotties.' They exchange glances, biting lips. 'Sorry, stud—we don't do doubles here.' But he flashes a grin. 'I'll make it worth your while. Fat tips for both if you play along.' Dana shrugs, eyeing Whitney. 'Kinda bends the rules, but hey, if you're game?' Whitney nods. 'Screw it—we're both free anyway. Why not?' They guide him to the private room, that big shower gleaming invitingly. Hands all over, they strip his suit off slow and teasing—jacket first, shirt unbuttoned with lingering touches, pants sliding down his thighs. They save the tie for last, tugging it loose like unwrapping a prize. 'Our turn,' they say, but Charles pipes up, voice husky. 'Hold up—way sexier if you two strip each other. Make it a show.' They wink. 'Your wish.' He sinks into a chair, eyes locked as they turn to each other. Fingers trace collars, robes slip off shoulders, bras unhook with soft gasps. Panties hit the floor last, bodies bare and begging for attention. Naked and buzzing, they pull Charles into the shower. 'This part's my jam,' he admits. Dana grins. 'Then we'll linger—extra suds just for you.' Water cascades as they lather him up, hands gliding everywhere. They pamper his chest, worship his abs with kisses, soap his thighs while stroking his hardening cock—slow pulls that make him groan. At his nudge, they turn the heat on each other too, fingers dipping between legs, tits rubbing slick against slick. Shower done, they towel off quick and lead him to the mat. First, they slick each other up, turning it into pure eye candy for him. Dana's hands knead Whitney's full breasts, thumbs circling nipples till they're peaks. Whitney returns the favor, oil dripping down curves as they grind close. Bodies gleaming, they pounce on Charles. It's an all-out Nuru assault—sliding tits and asses over his skin, mouths teasing his shaft. Tension builds fast, exploding into a wild threesome. Dana rides him hard while Whitney grinds on his face, both swapping spots, eager to milk every moan until he unloads in a frenzy of slick, satisfied chaos.