A Very Competitive Family

London River taps her heel at the reception desk, jaw clenched. Paige slinks in late. “I need you to cover NURU the rest of the day,” London snaps. Paige opens her mouth to refuse, but then Isiah Maxwell pushes through the door. Both women stiffen, eyes raking the broad line of his shoulders. London’s tongue drags across her lower lip. “Actually, I’ll handle this one.” Paige steps forward. “No, he’s mine.” They bicker in tight, quick jabs until the compromise hits both of them at once—they’re sharing. In the slick heat of the NURU room, warm gel sheens their bodies. London straddles Isiah first, pressing heavy breasts down his back. Paige pushes a thigh between his legs, slick palms gliding under and up, claiming what London just touched. Fingertips chase each other across taut skin, slipping between thighs, teasing harder when the other woman tries to take the lead. Their competition turns filthy fast: tongues duel on his cock, gel-slick fingers fighting for space inside themselves while they ride him in turn. Moans ricochet off tile. London pins Paige’s hips, grinding her step-daughter onto Isiah’s mouth. Paige fires back by mounting him reverse, ass smacking down harder. They swap angles, grip each other’s wrists, shove tongues past the other to taste him, jealousy feeding the rhythm until all three come loud, shaking, locked together in slick, competitive ruin.