Matchmaker Masseuse

They hadn't seen each other in years. Zac Wild and Bethany Benz. Bumping into one another in a massage parlor of all places, owned by their mutual friend Abigail Mac. The air between them crackled with old electricity they both tried pretending wasn't there. Awkward smiles. Shifty eyes. Neither knew what the fuck to say first. Abigail came through the doorway and clocked the tension immediately. Then she gave that embarrassed little laugh—she'd double-booked them by accident. Unless it was too weird, she could just work them both together? Zac and Bethany hesitated, but the pull between them won out. They agreed. Abigail got to work with deliberate mischief. In the shower she let her hands linger, tracing over muscles, breasts, hips. She touched them like she was shining a spotlight straight onto their skin for the other to crave. Hands slid over slick shoulders, down the curve of waist into ass. Neither Zac nor Bethany missed it. Both felt it everywhere. Then came the bed. Oil poured slow across their bodies. Abigail pressed Zac's palm into Bethany's slick tits, made Bethany's fingers glide down Zac's abs until they brushed the growing thickness of his cock. That was all it took. Hands roamed. Oil-slick skin sliding against oil-slick skin. Heat flared like kerosene. Suddenly Bethany was climbing on top of him and Zac was shoving into her like he'd been waiting half his life. Bethany moaned loud, nails dragging down his chest. Abigail didn’t let them forget her. She pushed her mouth between them, licking, kissing, guiding. Her tongue circled Bethany’s clit while Zac pounded into her, then she shoved Bethany’s face between her own thighs. The women fucked each other’s mouths while Zac drove deep into Bethany from behind. When Abigail finally took her turn on Zac’s cock she rode him hard, head thrown back, tits bouncing as Bethany straddled his face and ground down onto his tongue. Both women used him and used each other in turn, never letting the tempo drop. Zac could barely breathe between thrusts and tasted the heat pouring off Bethany’s soaked cunt. Two pussies clenching around him one after the other, Abigail’s laughter low and filthy whenever she whispered just how fucking good it all felt. He couldn’t believe any of it was real—and he had Abigail to thank for every desperate, hungry second.