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Maddie Wren is kneading the knots out of Ivy Ireland’s back when she drops the bomb—she’s skipping town next week. Ivy groans, “You’re kidding me,” and buries her face in the headrest. Right then the door swings open and co-worker Lena walks in with an armful of clean towels, cheeks flushing when she realizes the room’s occupied. “Sorry, I—!” Maddie just shrugs. “Door’s open, stay if you want. We’re only talking.” Lena hesitates, then perches on the rolling stool, setting the towels in her lap like this is perfectly normal chit-chat hour. Maddie’s hands drift lower. She palms the curve of Ivy’s ass, thumbs pressing into the cleft, spreading her open so the cool air kisses skin that’s definitely not usually on the menu. Ivy lets out a lazy hum and parts her thighs a fraction more. Conversation never skips a beat—Lena’s asking about rent prices in the new town, Ivy’s muttering curses about moving companies—while Maddie’s slick fingers slide between Ivy’s legs and start circling her clit like it’s a knot she needs to work out. Ivy’s hips roll against the table, breath hitching, and Maddie pushes two fingers inside her without missing a word about shipping costs. Ivy’s cunt grips tight, wet sounds barely covered by the low music. Lena nods along, offering tips about utility deposits, eyes never once widening when Maddie pulls her fingers free, licks them, then lines up and sinks her strap-on into Ivy in one smooth thrust. The table creaks. Ivy gasps, half-laughing, “God, that angle,” while Maddie fucks her in steady, deep strokes that make her whole body jolt forward. Lena keeps talking like it’s background noise—something about parking permits—while Ivy reaches back to spread herself wider, taking every inch, free-use and shameless. Maddie’s pace picks up, hips slapping Ivy’s ass, the strap harness creaking. Ivy moans louder, Lena raises her voice to be heard, and nobody acts like anything remotely out of the ordinary is happening on that massage table.
Maddie Wren is kneading the knots out of Ivy Ireland’s back when she drops the bomb—she’s skipping town next week. Ivy groans, “You’re kidding me,” and buries her face in the headrest. Right then the door swings open and co-worker Lena walks in with an armful of clean towels, cheeks flushing when she realizes the room’s occupied. “Sorry, I—!” Maddie just shrugs. “Door’s open, stay if you want. We’re only talking.” Lena hesitates, then perches on the rolling stool, setting the towels in her lap like this is perfectly normal chit-chat hour. Maddie’s hands drift lower. She palms the curve of Ivy’s ass, thumbs pressing into the cleft, spreading her open so the cool air kisses skin that’s definitely not usually on the menu. Ivy lets out a lazy hum and parts her thighs a fraction more. Conversation never skips a beat—Lena’s asking about rent prices in the new town, Ivy’s muttering curses about moving companies—while Maddie’s slick fingers slide between Ivy’s legs and start circling her clit like it’s a knot she needs to work out. Ivy’s hips roll against the table, breath hitching, and Maddie pushes two fingers inside her without missing a word about shipping costs. Ivy’s cunt grips tight, wet sounds barely covered by the low music. Lena nods along, offering tips about utility deposits, eyes never once widening when Maddie pulls her fingers free, licks them, then lines up and sinks her strap-on into Ivy in one smooth thrust. The table creaks. Ivy gasps, half-laughing, “God, that angle,” while Maddie fucks her in steady, deep strokes that make her whole body jolt forward. Lena keeps talking like it’s background noise—something about parking permits—while Ivy reaches back to spread herself wider, taking every inch, free-use and shameless. Maddie’s pace picks up, hips slapping Ivy’s ass, the strap harness creaking. Ivy moans louder, Lena raises her voice to be heard, and nobody acts like anything remotely out of the ordinary is happening on that massage table.