The Wedding Gift

Scarlett and Autumn just tied the knot and they’re out soaking up every sticky, sweaty minute of their honeymoon. First stop: a couples’ massage. Autumn’s never had one and she’s wired up tight. “No chick’s ever rubbed me down before,” she laughs. Scarlett just grins, gives her ass a squeeze and tells her she’ll be dripping with relief once Karla gets her hands on her. Karla walks out, sees the wedding bands, and claps when the girls say the bridesmaids bought them the full package. She waves them into the warm room, lots of towels and that slick massage oil smell. Autumn climbs on first, face down, nerves buzzing. Karla starts slow—long strokes down the small of her back—then really digs in, knuckles kneading every knot loose. Autumn lets out a little moan that turns low and hungry. Under the sheet her thighs squeeze together, and Scarlett’s eyebrows shoot up because she knows exactly what that sound means: her wife’s wet. Scarlett bites her lip, watches for two more heartbeats, then asks, “Can you show me how to do that?” Karla smirks, pats the table and shifts aside. Scarlett pours oil into her palms, copies the motion, sliding her hands right over the curve of Autumn’s ass. It’s all heat, breath, fingers skating lower. Autumn stops pretending to be chill, pushes her hips up, and Scarlett flips the sheet away entirely. No waiting, no talking, just Scarlett’s tongue diving between those soft folds. Autumn moans loud, one hand gripping the edge of the table, the other clutching Scarlett’s hair. Karla watches a second, then shrugs out of her own robe, tits bouncing free. She steps in, runs a slick finger across Autumn’s nipple and gets invited straight into the tangle. Three bodies, oily skin, sloppy kisses, a honeymoon gift that’s way better than what the registry predicted. Autumn isn’t nervous about massages anymore—she’ll beg for the next one with her legs wide open.