Spencer was wiping down the table when the knock came. Door swung open—there stood Maddy, her oldest friend, holding the borrowed necklace like a truce flag. "Date sucked," Maddy said flat. "Total dud." Spencer laughed once. "Still buried in training," she answered. "Haven’t had a second to chase women." Maddy tilted her head, curious how the lessons were going. Final exam creeping up, Spencer admitted she needed more practice with bolster work. Maddy didn’t even know what that was. So Spencer offered one on the spot. Hands-on demo, she said, and an easy favor for her friend. Maddy peeled off her clothes without a second thought, climbed onto the table, hips propped high on the firm roll. Spencer’s pulse kicked when she saw the way it lifted everything—ass spread, cunt slick and open—but she swallowed it and started. Maddy melted fast, low sounds slipping out with every glide of Spencer’s palms. That sound fed something raw in Spencer. She pressed deeper, grip firmer. When Maddy joked that no guy ever lit her up like this, Spencer’s voice came out low: "Maybe try a woman." Maddy froze, then breathed out a soft, "Maybe." She’d never touched a girl, nerves flickering across her face. Spencer leaned close, said she could be the first—safe hands, trusted friend. Maddy nodded once, quick. Spencer didn’t waste the angle the bolster gave her. Tongue dragged slow across Maddy’s asshole, then slid lower, lapping through soaked folds until Maddy’s thighs shook. Spencer kept her there, open and trembling, mouth working her open while the scent and heat of her friend filled the room. Maddy gasped, clutched the sheet, and Spencer pushed deeper—every lick promising more, every moan from Maddy daring her to take another step.
Spencer was wiping down the table when the knock came. Door swung open—there stood Maddy, her oldest friend, holding the borrowed necklace like a truce flag. "Date sucked," Maddy said flat. "Total dud." Spencer laughed once. "Still buried in training," she answered. "Haven’t had a second to chase women." Maddy tilted her head, curious how the lessons were going. Final exam creeping up, Spencer admitted she needed more practice with bolster work. Maddy didn’t even know what that was. So Spencer offered one on the spot. Hands-on demo, she said, and an easy favor for her friend. Maddy peeled off her clothes without a second thought, climbed onto the table, hips propped high on the firm roll. Spencer’s pulse kicked when she saw the way it lifted everything—ass spread, cunt slick and open—but she swallowed it and started. Maddy melted fast, low sounds slipping out with every glide of Spencer’s palms. That sound fed something raw in Spencer. She pressed deeper, grip firmer. When Maddy joked that no guy ever lit her up like this, Spencer’s voice came out low: "Maybe try a woman." Maddy froze, then breathed out a soft, "Maybe." She’d never touched a girl, nerves flickering across her face. Spencer leaned close, said she could be the first—safe hands, trusted friend. Maddy nodded once, quick. Spencer didn’t waste the angle the bolster gave her. Tongue dragged slow across Maddy’s asshole, then slid lower, lapping through soaked folds until Maddy’s thighs shook. Spencer kept her there, open and trembling, mouth working her open while the scent and heat of her friend filled the room. Maddy gasped, clutched the sheet, and Spencer pushed deeper—every lick promising more, every moan from Maddy daring her to take another step.
