And Roomie Makes Three

Lisey Sweet stumbles home, her body all stiff and sore from a long day pounding the pavement. She hollers for her roommate Liv Revamped, yelling she's back, but silence stares her down. Shrugging it off, she pads over to Liv's bedroom door, mouth open to shout about her early return—bam, she freezes in the doorway, eyes popping wide. There on the bed, Liv's in nothing but her skimpy bra and panties, hands gliding all over a buck-naked chick named Kat Monroe, rubbing her like she's butter on hot toast. Liv jumps, gasping sharp, then blurts it out: Kat's her classmate from massage school, and they're just drilling down on those hands-on techniques. Quick as a wink, they clock Lisey's aches and pains, insisting she strip down for a proper rubdown to loosen her up. Lisey's all hesitant, biting her lip, but damn, the offer's too tempting—she caves. They go to town on her, fingers teasing every inch from her scalp to her toes, pure sensual fire. Lisey's lost in the bliss, totally clueless as Liv and Kat—both out-and-proud lesbians—eye her up like fresh meat, sneaking peeks and smirks. The two trade flirty jabs and winks right over her, and Lisey nearly catches 'em a couple times, but nope, she's in la-la land. That is, until Liv and Kat tag-team her with full-on seduction, hands wandering where massages shouldn't. Lisey pushes back at first, mumbling no's through her heavy breaths, but hell, that rubdown's got her engine revving hot and slick. Liv drops the bomb with a sly grin: 'I've seen how you stare at me, girl.' Busted. Lisey melts back, surrendering with a breathy 'fine'—just keep this under wraps, no blabbing. It explodes into a scorcher of a threesome, all three diving in with zero shame. They devour each other, tongues lashing at perky tits and dipping low to lap up wet pussies, tasting every salty-sweet drop like it's their last meal. Tension builds till they're all quivering on the edge, then they slam together, grinding hips in wild tribbing frenzies—cunts sliding slick against slick until orgasms rip through them, one after the other, leaving 'em wrecked and grinning. Who knew bunking with a lesbian masseuse-in-training came with these kinds of bonus rounds? Perks, baby.