Doubles Tennis

Cassie Del Isla and Serene Siren book a tennis lesson with Spencer Bradley and get fucking giddy about it. But the second she walks in, they both freeze. Holy shit. Spencer is hot as hell. They shove each other in the corner, arguing like horny teenagers over who gets first dibs, voices low but vicious. No one wins, so they let Spencer pick. She never even sets her bag down before they're climbing all over her. Cassie's hand slides across Spencer's waist, Serene tugs her by the shirt, and suddenly Spencer's the rope in the world's horniest game of tug-of-war. It's shameless. It's ridiculous. It's making Spencer smile. Flattered? That's one word. Her next one is "alright," and just like that she's the one calling the shots. Before the real lesson starts, she wants a warm-up. The way these two keep pawing at her, though, warm-up sounds an awful lot like a three-way. And Spencer? She never said she'd play fair.