Bolster Bonus

Sasha used to work hands on people for money, now she's selling the table. Brooke shows up—hesitant, hands on her hips. Price is too steep. Sasha tosses in a free bolster to close the deal. Brooke blinks—never heard the word. Sasha smirks, invites her to test it live. Clothes come off in pieces. Bolster lifts Brooke's hips, exposes her. Sasha drips warm oil down Brooke's spine, slides thumbs deep into each cheek, parts her wider. One finger slips lower, grazes Brooke's clit, circles, presses. Brooke pushes back, breath catching. Sasha rolls the bolster under Brooke's thighs, keeps her open, then presses two fingers inside her slick cunt. Brooke gasps and grinds. They strip faster now. Sasha climbs up, straddles Brooke's face. Brooke licks hard and hungry while Sasha pumps her fingers deeper. Bolster shifts under each thrust. Sweat beads, skin slaps, moans fill the room. They come tangled and gasping, oil smearing the sheet, massage table creaking under them both.