The Wedding Gift

Scarlett Sage and Autumn Falls just tied the knot and came straight to a massage parlor to kick off their honeymoon. Autumn's never been naked under a stranger's hands before, let alone a woman's. She fidgets by the lobby stand and confesses her nerves. Scarlett bites back a grin and squeezes her fingers. "You'll love it, babe. Trust me." Karla Kush breezes out in crisp whites, all confidence and shine. When the newlyweds mention the package their bridesmaids bought, Karla's face lights up like she knows exactly where this is headed. She guides them to the warm room, oils ready, towels folded. She starts on Autumn. At first Autumn jumps every time new skin meets new skin, but Karla's long, practiced strokes sink deep. The tension drains; heat rises instead. Little sighs slip out before Autumn can bite them back. Scarlett watches, cheeks flushed, thighs pressed together. Scarlett can't just sit still. She asks to learn. Karla slides over and lets her run oil-slick palms up Autumn's legs, shows her the sweet spot just below the ass where a thumb draws a moan. Autumn's breathing skips. Scarlett feels the same spark shoot through her. There's only so much patience left in the room. Scarlett climbs onto the table, pushes Autumn's knees wider, and licks into her. Slow, deliberate, greedy. Autumn stops worrying who might hear; she grabs Scarlett's hair and grinds against her tongue. Karla keeps her hands busy too—rubbing oil across tight nipples, stroking whatever skin Scarlett leaves bare. Before long Karla's invited in for more than a lesson. Two hungry mouths cover Autumn while she laughs, breathless, glad her shyness melted faster than the massage oil.