Better Than Chocolate

Karlie cooked up a cock-teasing Valentine surprise for girlfriend Shyla. She leads her blindfolded to a timber cabin deep in the woods, strips her bare, and gets her face-down on a heated table while the fireplace cracks and snaps. Then she hands the bottle of oil to August Ames—legs for days, mouth like trouble. August starts slow, slick palms gliding from the small of Shyla’s back to the swell of her ass, each stroke pushing another wet sigh out of her. Karlie’s watching from the shadows; her panties are soaked already. Shyla lifts her head, smirks, eyes locked on Karlie while August’s thumbs press into the crease of her thighs. That smirk breaks Karlie. She shucks her clothes, climbs up, and suddenly three bodies slide against each other on warm, oiled wood. Fingers slip where they shouldn’t in mixed company, mouths open without asking permission, and the fire pops like it’s in on the joke. Best chocolate-free Valentine these girls have ever had—and the night’s barely started.