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Codey shows up thirty minutes too soon. He pushes the door open and stops dead in his tracks. The room is all steam and the smell of warm oil. Two women lie naked and slick on the table, their bodies pressed together in glistening lines of friction. Summer Col has Kline pinned beneath her, thighs straddling one slippery leg while she rocks slow and deliberate. Every slide of skin on skin leaves a wet shine in its wake. Nuru oil runs in thin rivulets down their ribs, catching on dark nipples. They’re breathing like they forgot anything else exists. Codey stands frozen, dick already straining inside his jeans. He should leave, but his eyes won’t cooperate. The girls roll, switching who’s on top without missing a beat. Summer Kline answers with a moan, fingers gripping the edge of the table as her hips lift to chase the pressure. Their kisses turn sloppy. Oil glistens on tongues and lips. Codey leans closer, pulse hammering in his ears. Then Summer Col glances sideways and catches his reflection in the mirror behind the door. She doesn’t stop moving. A grin spreads across her face, half wicked, half invitation. Kline lifts her head, follows her gaze, and the surprise melts into something hotter. “You paying for the show, or you getting in here?” Kline asks, voice low and raw. Col licks oil off her bottom lip, eyes locked on the bulge in his pants. “Door locks from the inside. Your call.” Codey steps inside. The door clicks shut behind him.
Codey shows up thirty minutes too soon. He pushes the door open and stops dead in his tracks. The room is all steam and the smell of warm oil. Two women lie naked and slick on the table, their bodies pressed together in glistening lines of friction. Summer Col has Kline pinned beneath her, thighs straddling one slippery leg while she rocks slow and deliberate. Every slide of skin on skin leaves a wet shine in its wake. Nuru oil runs in thin rivulets down their ribs, catching on dark nipples. They’re breathing like they forgot anything else exists. Codey stands frozen, dick already straining inside his jeans. He should leave, but his eyes won’t cooperate. The girls roll, switching who’s on top without missing a beat. Summer Kline answers with a moan, fingers gripping the edge of the table as her hips lift to chase the pressure. Their kisses turn sloppy. Oil glistens on tongues and lips. Codey leans closer, pulse hammering in his ears. Then Summer Col glances sideways and catches his reflection in the mirror behind the door. She doesn’t stop moving. A grin spreads across her face, half wicked, half invitation. Kline lifts her head, follows her gaze, and the surprise melts into something hotter. “You paying for the show, or you getting in here?” Kline asks, voice low and raw. Col licks oil off her bottom lip, eyes locked on the bulge in his pants. “Door locks from the inside. Your call.” Codey steps inside. The door clicks shut behind him.