Early Bird Gets The Nuru

Codey slips into the spa ten minutes early and freezes. Two slippery naked women are wrapped around each other on the mat, oil shining on every curve. Summer Col is three fingers deep inside Summer Kline, both grinding, bodies sliding like they’ve done this before lunch. Codey steps back but not far enough—one wet floor squeak and their heads snap up, caught staring hard. Grins spread slow across shiny lips. "Door locks from the inside," Col purrs. Kline licks her fingers, eyes dropping to the tent in his shorts. "Only if you can keep up."