I was talking with my flirty MILF friend, when JT, my photographer, walked in with a new camera. “Katie, I need to test skin tones,” he said, his eyes lingering. Before I knew it, my girls hands were on me, peeling off my top, her fingers grazing my skin as she whispered, “You’re gorgeous, Katie.” My breath hitched as my shorts followed, leaving me bare under their stares. She didn’t hesitate—her own cloths hit the floor, revealing her lush, mature body, and soon we were tangled together on the table, her lips brushing mine, then trailing lower. I gasped as her mouth found me, warm and insistent, her tongue working me into a trembling mess. My fingers clutched her hair, hips bucking as waves of pleasure crashed through me. JT watched, camera forgotten, his erection straining against his jeans. “Fuck, you two are incredible,” he muttered, shedding his clothes. My girl pulled back, licking her lips, and nodded at him. “Your turn.” And damn did she really showed JT something