Four Hands Are Better Than Two

Whitney Wright struts back into the spa on her first day after an epic vacation. Damn, that trip was killer, but nothing beats getting her hands on a hot client. She's itching to get back to work. Fellow masseuse Spencer Bradley spots her and grins, pulling her into a hug. Spencer's been holding down the fort, including Whitney's regulars like Codey Steele. And get this—Codey's booked for today. Whitney's all set to reclaim her spot as his go-to girl, sliding her oiled-up body all over him like old times. But nah, Whitney pauses, smirking. Spencer's nailed it while she's been gone—why snatch him back now? They hatch a cheeky plan: let Codey pick his regular masseuse. Fair's fair. Codey rolls in, all tense and ready for relief. The dude's eyes light up seeing both of them. But choosing? Hell no. Whitney and Spencer's both stunners, and he's not about to play favorites. So they amp it up—both dive in for a slippery NURU massage, hands roaming, bodies grinding against him in tandem. Gel everywhere, tits pressing, asses teasing. Once Codey feels that double dose of slick heaven, good luck getting him to settle for just one. He's hooked on the duo now.