Matchmaker Masseuse

Zac Wild bumps into Bethany Benz at Abigail Mac's massage joint—two old pals who haven't laid eyes on each other in forever. Shyness hits hard, awkward laughs fill the air, but damn, those buried sparks from way back start flickering to life. Abigail struts in, all smiles, then fake-gasps: 'Oops, I double-booked you two. Total screw-up!' She bats her lashes. 'If it's not too freaky, mind if I work you both at once?' They hesitate—hell yeah, the air's thick with tension—but they nod, pulses racing. Abigail turns sly in the shower, soaping them up like she's serving them on a platter, pointing out every curve and muscle to stoke that fire between Zac and Bethany. Hunger builds fast. On the bed, she drenches them in oil, slick and shiny, then grins: 'Come on, rub each other down—get handsy.' Zac's palms glide over Bethany's curves; she traces his ripped frame. Bodies gleam, breaths quicken, and boom—the dam breaks. They dive into a steamy threesome, Zac and Bethany first, reigniting that old blaze with fierce kisses and grinding hips. Abigail jumps in quick, orchestrating the fun like a pro. The women take turns riding Zac's throbbing cock, their pussies gripping tight, but they don't skimp on each other—fingers teasing clits, lips locking in hot makeouts. Zac's in heaven, pounding away, thanking his lucky stars—and Abigail—for this wild ride.