Physical Therapy

Seth limps into the treatment room, legs still screaming from the match. Amber shoves her protégé toward him. "Work his quads," she says, then steps out for towels. Codi rubs oil over tight muscle and catches the heavy cock slipping from his shorts. She hauls both tits free and pushes his head into soft flesh. She climbs higher, plants her pussy on his mouth, and grinds until Amber’s footsteps snap her back to earth. Codi slides under the table just as the door opens. Amber never sees the hiding spot; she simply oils her own hands and starts stroking Seth like it’s routine. Underneath, Codi’s tongue circles his balls while Amber’s fist works the shaft. Seth’s breathing turns ragged. When Amber leans down for a lick, she spots Codi’s wet lips already wrapped around the same cock. Their eyes lock over the prize. The towel tray clatters. Nobody laughs. The three of them just shift closer, mouths and hands colliding, the table creaking under the sudden weight of the unplanned game.