Sasha had ditched the spa circuit for something steadier, so the old massage table and gear sat piled in her garage, everything tagged for sale. Brooke showed up to eye the table and immediately winced at the price. Sasha tossed in a free bolster to close the deal, but Brooke didn’t even know what that was. Sasha told her she’d show her fast—right then, right there. Clothes came off and Sasha rolled the padded roll under Brooke’s hips so the arch of her back caught the perfect angle. Brooke moaned when Sasha’s hands pressed warm oil down the length of her spine and across the curve of her ass, fingers gliding between the swell of each cheek. The first long, slow strokes teased right against her, parting slick folds without mercy, and soon Brooke was grinding down on the bolster, clit pressed firm against the leather. Sasha watched, lips parted, then climbed on behind her, hips rocking in time with every thrust of her hand. Brooke came first—hard, shaking, breathless—then pulled Sasha down on the table and swapped places, burying two fingers deep while she licked across Sasha’s soaked cunt until Sasha’s hips jerked and she spilled over Brooke’s mouth. They stayed tangled there, breathing hard on the worn leather, table creaking under their weight, sale completely forgotten.
Sasha had ditched the spa circuit for something steadier, so the old massage table and gear sat piled in her garage, everything tagged for sale. Brooke showed up to eye the table and immediately winced at the price. Sasha tossed in a free bolster to close the deal, but Brooke didn’t even know what that was. Sasha told her she’d show her fast—right then, right there. Clothes came off and Sasha rolled the padded roll under Brooke’s hips so the arch of her back caught the perfect angle. Brooke moaned when Sasha’s hands pressed warm oil down the length of her spine and across the curve of her ass, fingers gliding between the swell of each cheek. The first long, slow strokes teased right against her, parting slick folds without mercy, and soon Brooke was grinding down on the bolster, clit pressed firm against the leather. Sasha watched, lips parted, then climbed on behind her, hips rocking in time with every thrust of her hand. Brooke came first—hard, shaking, breathless—then pulled Sasha down on the table and swapped places, burying two fingers deep while she licked across Sasha’s soaked cunt until Sasha’s hips jerked and she spilled over Brooke’s mouth. They stayed tangled there, breathing hard on the worn leather, table creaking under their weight, sale completely forgotten.
