Couple's Sex Injury

Sarah Vandella and her wife Mackenzie Moss stroll into this massage parlor, Mackenzie wincing and clutching her lower back, one hand rubbing that sore ass like it's on fire. Sarah shoots her a sympathetic grin, all 'Babe, you gotta get this fixed now—no way we're letting anniversary fun ruin the week.' Mackenzie's cheeks burn red; she's mortified to be here for something so... intimate. But Sarah's not having it—she drags her in anyway. Katrina Jade, the hot masseuse with curves that don't quit, catches every word and smirks, intrigued as hell. She clears her schedule on the spot for these two and ushers them into a private room, dim lights and that fresh oil scent hitting just right. Mackenzie peels off her clothes shyly, hopping onto the table face-down while Sarah lounges nearby, eyes full of encouragement. 'Tell her, Kenzie—spill the real story so she can work her magic.' Mackenzie clams up, so Sarah dives in with a cocky wink: 'She slipped on lube during our anniversary romp. Total wipeout mid-thrust.' Mackenzie wants to sink through the floor, but Katrina just chuckles, all smooth and reassuring. 'Hey, sex injuries? Happens more than you'd think. Sounds like you two were having a blast—own that heat!' Sarah nods, sliding onto the table too for her own rubdown. 'Damn right. Let's make her feel brand new.' Fingers glide over slick skin, and boom—tension flips to something electric. The air thickens with that naughty spark, and before you know it, Sarah and Mackenzie lock eyes, grinning like devils. They turn the charm on Katrina, whispering invitations that leave no room for doubt. Seduction? Nailed it. Clothes hit the floor in a frenzy. They tangle up on that table, hands everywhere, mouths hungry. Katrina dives between Sarah's thighs, lapping at her wet pussy like it's the sweetest treat. Mackenzie moans, grinding against Sarah's tongue while Katrina fingers her deep, chasing that building ache. They switch it up—Sarah straddles Mackenzie's face, riding her wife's eager licks as Katrina grinds her soaked slit against Mackenzie's hand. It's a sweaty, slippery mess of tongues teasing clits, fingers plunging into tight heat, all three chasing those shuddering peaks. Mackenzie's back? Forgotten. Turns out, nothing cures a lube slip like burying your face in paradise. Story inspired by Fantasy Massage member Metalheadforty2—cheers to that wild ride!