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Maddie Wren's hands glide over Ivy Ireland's slick back, kneading out those stubborn knots like she's got all the secrets to pure bliss. 'You know, Ivy, I'm packing up and heading to that sleepy town up north next week,' Maddie says with a grin, her fingers dipping lower, tracing the curve of Ivy's spine. Ivy sighs, all relaxed and content. Just then, the door creaks open—bam, in walks Jess, Maddie's chatty coworker, towels slung over her arm. 'Whoops, didn't mean to barge in!' Jess laughs, but Maddie waves her over. 'Nah, stick around. We're just shooting the breeze.' Jess plops down on a stool, crossing her legs like it's coffee break at the office. Maddie keeps at it, her palms sliding down to Ivy's hips, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh with a teasing swirl. Ivy arches just a bit, letting out a low hum. The strokes get bolder—Maddie spreads oil over Ivy's ass, squeezing those cheeks firm and slow, like she's claiming territory. Jess just nods along, yapping about the weekend shift. 'Yeah, boss is a pain, right?' No one blinks. Maddie's got that cocky smirk now, her hands venturing between Ivy's thighs, fingers brushing inner spots that make Ivy's breath hitch. Still chatting, the three of them act like it's Tuesday lunch—normal as pie. Then Maddie ups the ante, sliding two fingers right in, pumping slow and deep while Ivy moans soft, gripping the table. Jess sips her water, totally unfazed. 'So, what's the new gig like in that town?' Ivy's on her knees now, free rein kicking in—Maddie climbs up, straps on that harness from the drawer, and thrusts in hard, hips snapping with rhythm. Ivy bucks back, tits bouncing, crying out like it's fireworks on the Fourth. Jess? She's right there, flipping through a magazine, tossing in a 'Sounds fun!' as if they're discussing brunch plans. The room fills with wet slaps and gasps, but hey, just another day at the spa.