MILF Book Club Massage

Crystal, Aiden, and Ryan should’ve been talking about that damn book. Instead they’re getting hot just whispering about the massage scene. The virgin rubbing down by a bunch of jealous wives—every slick stroke on bare skin, every sneaky moan. Ryan’s grin turns dirty fast. “Wanna find out what she felt?” Nobody argues. They line up in a lazy chain and start working each other’s shoulders. Soft touches slide lower, nails dragging, breath catching. Crystal’s fingers sink deep into Aiden’s tense back while Ryan palms the slope of Crystal’s hips, thumbs digging under her waistband. Shirts peel off fast, tits bouncing free, nipples brushing skin on every pass. Hands get greedier—squeezing, kneading, thumbing stiff peaks. A hungry kiss lands sideways, tongues meet, moans blur into one another. Shorts vanish. Ryan dives face-first between Aiden’s thighs, tongue circling her swollen clit while Crystal drops behind Ryan and spreads her open, two fingers pumping deep. Aiden gasps, sits on Crystal’s face, rides her tongue in greedy rolls. They flip and grind—wet pussies sliding over wet mouths, hips snapping as they trib and finger each other raw. Everyone’s shaking, slick and swearing, exactly the way the virgin felt with all those hands and tongues claiming her at once.