Ella Reese, Jewelz Blu, and Jasmine Black have been stuck in counseling because their throuple sex life fell apart. Instead of the old three-way nights they used to love, two of them always end up paired off while the third gets left out. The counselor calls it simple scheduling hell and drops one hot tip—fuck whenever the three of you are actually in the same room. Then he steps out for a call. The second the door clicks shut, Ella spins Jewelz around, shoves her onto the couch, and dives face-first into her pussy. Jasmine drops to her knees, yanks Ella’s jeans down, and starts licking her from behind, tongue sliding between her ass cheeks. Ella moans into Jewelz’s wet folds, hips bucking as Jasmine’s fingers spread her open. The couch creaks, clothes fly, and the room fills with the wet slap of skin and soft curses. They’re thirty seconds from finishing when the doorknob turns. All three scramble. Jewelz yanks Ella behind the door just as the counselor leans in, phone still glued to his ear. Jasmine plants herself in the chair, legs crossed like nothing happened, heartbeat hammering in her throat. The second the door closes again, they flip positions—Ella on her back on the desk now, Jasmine straddling her face while Jewelz fingers both of them in quick, filthy strokes. Cum drips down thighs, lips are swollen, and every new creak of the handle just makes them grin harder.
Ella Reese, Jewelz Blu, and Jasmine Black have been stuck in counseling because their throuple sex life fell apart. Instead of the old three-way nights they used to love, two of them always end up paired off while the third gets left out. The counselor calls it simple scheduling hell and drops one hot tip—fuck whenever the three of you are actually in the same room. Then he steps out for a call. The second the door clicks shut, Ella spins Jewelz around, shoves her onto the couch, and dives face-first into her pussy. Jasmine drops to her knees, yanks Ella’s jeans down, and starts licking her from behind, tongue sliding between her ass cheeks. Ella moans into Jewelz’s wet folds, hips bucking as Jasmine’s fingers spread her open. The couch creaks, clothes fly, and the room fills with the wet slap of skin and soft curses. They’re thirty seconds from finishing when the doorknob turns. All three scramble. Jewelz yanks Ella behind the door just as the counselor leans in, phone still glued to his ear. Jasmine plants herself in the chair, legs crossed like nothing happened, heartbeat hammering in her throat. The second the door closes again, they flip positions—Ella on her back on the desk now, Jasmine straddling her face while Jewelz fingers both of them in quick, filthy strokes. Cum drips down thighs, lips are swollen, and every new creak of the handle just makes them grin harder.
