You're Both Acting Stubborn

Amari Anne and Avery Black walk into the parlor like they’ve already spent the day at each other’s throats. Avery slaps a gift certificate on the counter for a couples massage. Petra checks it and shakes her head—single session only. Amari rolls her eyes hard. “You never pay attention,” she mutters, and the two start sniping right there, tattooed forearms flashing, natural tits shifting under thin tops. Petra watches, amused and a little turned on by the sheer heat between them. Finally she cuts in: she’ll work both tables herself. They don’t even want the rubdown anymore, but the wives drag themselves after her, still grumbling. Inside the room Petra moves between them, slick hands digging deep. She kneads Avery’s tight shoulders, then circles to Amari, finding every stubborn knot. Little by little the tension leaks out of their bodies even if pride keeps their mouths shut. Petra grins, tells them it’s fine to admit it feels good. The wives trade a sheepish glance, mumble apologies, and the next second they’re kissing like they’ve been starved for it. Petra stays right where she is, fingers slick, watching natural curves press together as the fight melts into something far hotter.