As the session deepens into a haze of scented oils and murmured sighs, Ethan seizes the moment to probe the boundaries, his strong hands wandering boldly across Miki's lithe form during what was meant to be a routine massage for the two men. She's quick to sense the electric undercurrent, her keen instincts flaring like a spark in dry tinder, and responds with a teasing glint in her eye—wrapping her fingers around his straining arousal for a slow, deliberate handjob that leaves him gasping, his body arching under her expert touch.Not one to play favorites, Miki pivots seamlessly, her gaze shifting to Peter as she extends the same sultry invitation, her palm gliding over his throbbing length with a rhythm that's equal parts mercy and torment. The air thickens with unspoken complicity as the two friends lock eyes, their feigned nonchalance crumbling into mutual confessions of lust—each admitting the raw hunger that's been simmering since they first laid eyes on their captivating masseuse.With a confident smirk that promises uncharted delights, Miki dispels any lingering hesitation: "Gentlemen, I can more than handle you both—together." What begins as an innocuous rubdown spirals into a voracious threesome, her body becoming the epicenter of their shared frenzy. She surrenders to the rhythm of dual devotion, first guiding Ethan into her welcoming heat while Peter's mouth claims her lips in a devouring kiss, then switching with fluid grace as they orchestrate a relentless spit-roast—thrusts alternating between her slick folds and eager mouth, bodies slick with sweat and abandon.They trade off with primal precision, exploring every quivering inch of her: Ethan claiming her from behind in deep, grinding strokes while Peter fills her throat, then flipping the script as Peter's hips snap forward into her core, Ethan's fingers and tongue teasing her to breathless edges. The crescendo builds like a storm, their restraint shattering in unison—hot ropes of release painting her flushed skin and upturned face in a glistening tribute, her own peaks rippling through her in ecstatic waves.Breath ragged but spirits soaring, Miki traces a lazy finger through the evidence of their indulgence, her voice a husky purr: "Same time next week?" The duo nods in fervent agreement, Peter's wallet already in hand as he seals the deal with a grin—after all, pleasure this profound demands a sponsor.
