Eyeballing Her In-Law

Chanel Chance flashes a sly grin as she welcomes her regular, Avery Lust, into the dimly lit massage room. 'Hey, stud, hop on the table. Oh, and heads up—my mother-in-law Kiki D'Aire's swinging by in about an hour to grab me. But don't sweat it; that's heaps of time for me to work my magic on you.' The air's thick with that familiar spark between them, the kind that always turns a simple rubdown into something way steamier. Chanel's hands glide over Avery's back, kneading deep into those tense muscles, her touch lingering just a tad too long in all the right spots. Before long, she's got him rock hard and begging for more. With a wicked wink, she slides her fingers down to his throbbing cock, stroking him slow and firm until he explodes in a shuddering happy ending, ropes of cum spilling over her skilled grip. Right on cue—well, a smidge early—Kiki pushes through the parlor door, tapping her foot impatiently. 'Where's that girl?' she mutters, stalking toward the back room to drag Chanel out. She nudges the door open just a crack and freezes, eyes widening at the sight: Chanel straddling Avery on the table, her hips bucking wildly as she rides his thick shaft with shameless abandon. Avery's hands grip her ass, pulling her down harder with each thrust, their moans echoing like a filthy symphony. Kiki's jaw drops, a mix of shock and fury boiling up. She bursts in, voice sharp as a whip. 'Chanel! You cheating little slut—banging clients on the clock?' But Chanel, quick as a fox, locks eyes with Kiki and purrs, 'Whoa, easy there. Come on, join the fun instead of blowing it up.' Avery, still catching his breath, smirks and pats the table. 'Yeah, Kiki, you look like you could use some loosening up yourself.' They turn on the charm, Chanel dismounting to pull Kiki close, fingers teasing at her blouse while Avery's deep voice promises secrets sealed tight. Kiki resists for a heartbeat, cheeks flushing hot, but damn if their combined heat doesn't crack her resolve. Before she knows it, she's stripped bare, sandwiched between them—Chanel's tongue flicking at her nipples, Avery's cock sliding into her from behind as she grinds against Chanel's thigh. The room fills with gasps and slaps of skin, their threesome a sweaty, secret-stealing frenzy that leaves them all breathless and grinning.