Couple's Sex Injury

Sarah Vandella and Mackenzie Moss step into the massage parlor, a married couple still dressed for the day. Mackenzie winces, hand pressed to the small of her back, then lower, rubbing the ache in her ass. Sarah watches with quiet concern. Mackenzie hates the place already, hates what brought her here, but Sarah won’t let it wait. Pain now means fixing it now. Katrina Jade, the masseuse, overhears the exchange and smiles to herself. She clears space in her book without asking twice and leads them down a short hallway to the private room. Mackenzie peels off her clothes, slow and self-conscious, then climbs onto the table. Sarah stays close, eyes on her wife. She urges Mackenzie to tell Katrina the truth about the injury so she knows how to work. Mackenzie stays quiet. So Sarah says it plain: they were celebrating their anniversary when Mackenzie slipped in spilled lube and landed hard. Mackenzie’s face burns, but Katrina only nods. She’s seen worse. Heat of the moment, right? Sarah agrees, and soon she’s stripping too, adding her hands to the massage to ease Mackenzie’s muscles. Touch lingers. Breaths shorten. Tension shifts. Sarah and Mackenzie exchange a look, and the decision is made without a word. They pull Katrina in. Clothes come off. Bodies press together on the narrow table. Tongues taste warm, wet skin. Fingers slide where they want. They move over one another, no rush, no hesitation, mouths and hands trading places until every woman comes hard and loud. Mackenzie’s back feels fine after that. She just needed the right kind of workout.