Throuple's Counseling

Three women sit across from their counselor, legs crossed, trying to fix the same problem they’ve been dodging for weeks. Ella Reese and Jewelz Blu both claim the big couch is theirs first. Jasmine Black laughs it off, until the counselor cuts in: “You keep splitting into pairs because someone’s always running late. Next time you’re all in the same room, just do it—right there.” Ella’s eyes flick toward Jewelz’s tits; Jewelz bites back a grin. Before the counselor can unpack the idea, her phone rings. She apologizes, stands, and slips out to answer. The moment the door clicks shut, the throuple’s clothes are already moving. Ella yanks her sweater up, and Jasmine is on her knees between Ella’s thighs in seconds, mouth hot and fast. Jewelz strips her own top, those heavy breasts swinging free, then palms Ella’s from behind so she can feel every bounce. Fingers slide in, wet sounds rising over Ella’s bitten-off moans. They hear the counselor’s voice still on the call in the hallway and hurry, hips rocking harder, tongues trading between mouths and nipples. Footsteps. They barely have time to shove the office door mostly closed before the counselor returns for her jacket. On the other side, bodies pressed flat, Ella’s back hits the wood while Jasmine keeps two fingers buried deep, thumb still circling. Jewelz cups a hand over Ella’s mouth, stifling the gasps, her own nipples brushing Ella’s bare back. The counselor’s heels click past, never spotting the wet shine on Jasmine’s fingers or the quick flash of thigh through the cracked door. The instant her steps fade, the three collapse onto the rug again, hungry, laughing under their breath, finally all three together—no schedule, just right now.