This Ass Ain't Gonna Rub Itself!

Charlotte lights candles. She peels off every stitch, blindfolds herself, and lies naked across the bed, waiting for her wife Casey. Her body is already warm, already wet, the blindfold snug over her eyes. April stops by. She sees the blonde stretched out, perfect tits rising with each breath. Charlotte hears the footsteps and assumes it’s Casey. “Rub my back first,” she whispers. “Then everywhere else.” April swallows, steps closer, and lets her hands sink into warm skin. She works down the spine, cups Charlotte’s ass, spreads lotion over the full curves. Her fingers drift lower. Charlotte sighs, lifts her hips, and April keeps touching, deeper, bolder. The front door opens again. Casey walks in, sees her wife arching under her sister-in-law’s hands. Shock hits first. Voices rise, accusations fly. Then the heat in the room speaks louder. Clothes drop. Lips meet. Three bodies press together, natural breasts brushing, hands and mouths trading places while the blindfold finally comes off.