The Family Therapist

Elle sits on the edge of Allie’s couch, arms folded, explaining how Angela’s long hours leave her feeling invisible. Angela counters that she’s doing it all for the family and resents the criticism. Allie listens, nods, then offers a direct fix: strip away the roles along with the clothes. Angela raises one skeptical eyebrow, but unbuttons anyway. The three women stand, shirts slip off shoulders, bras drop. Red curls brush big, soft tits; brunette waves fall over slimmer ones. Naked, they press together—warm skin to warm skin, hard nipples catching. Lips meet first in a careful kiss, then open, tongues slow and wet. Allie steps closer, fingers sliding between each pair of parted thighs, finding slick heat. She smiles when they moan. They sink to the carpet; mouths follow fingers, lips sealing over swollen clits. Hips rock, thighs lock, and the session ends in a tangle of moans as redhead, brunette, and therapist grind together, wet pussies sliding until everyone comes hard.