Long-Distance Surprise

Jenna sprawls on the table, her phone propped on a stack of towels so Casey can watch. They've been apart for four months. Casey's voice crackles across the connection, telling her the real surprise is just arriving. Spencer Bradley steps through the door with a folded table under her arm. She sets up, pushes the sheet down Jenna's back, and pours warm oil straight onto bare skin. Her palms glide slow over muscle, thumbs digging into the knots along Jenna's spine. Casey guides each stroke from the screen: higher, slower, right there. Spencer straddles Jenna's thighs to reach deeper, the sheet falling away until there's nothing between hands and flushed skin. The oil catches every contour, outlining the dip of Jenna's waist. Jenna's breath shortens when Spencer's fingers slip between her thighs, spreading slick. With Casey's quiet approval over the line, Spencer eases two fingers inside her, finding the spot that makes Jenna arch and curse. The camera frames every motion, every wet sound. Jenna comes hard, hips jerking against Spencer's wrist. "Best birthday gift ever," she laughs, sweaty, trembling.