Bolster Bonus

Sasha used to work the oils. Now the table sits in her living room, and she’s looking to offload it. Brooke arrives, brunette hair loose down her back, eyeing the price tag with a small frown. Sasha senses the hesitation and offers a bonus she still has from the old days: a firm bolster she keeps tucked in the closet. Brooke admits she’s never even heard of one. Sasha smiles, suggests she lie down and feel what it can do. Brooke slips out of her clothes and stretches across the table. Sasha slides the rolled cushion beneath Brooke’s hips, lifting her ass just enough for gravity to do the rest. The position parts her thighs naturally. Hands slick with lotion, Sasha starts slow circles at the base of Brooke’s spine, then works lower, fingers pressing into the soft give of her cheeks. Brooke’s breath hitches; her nipples stiffen against the cool leather. Sasha leans in, her own full breasts brushing Brooke’s thigh as she traces the cleft between Brooke’s legs. One finger parts slick folds, then sinks deep while her thumb circles Brooke’s clit in tight spirals. Brooke moans, arches, reaches back and finds Sasha’s wrist, urging her faster. The demonstration turns mutual fast. Sasha climbs onto the table, swinging a leg over Brooke’s face so they can taste each other at the same time. Brooke’s tongue flicks up, parting Sasha’s lips, while Sasha’s mouth seals over Brooke’s clit. They rock together, hips rolling against mouths and fingers, the bolster keeping Brooke’s cunt perfectly angled for Sasha’s tongue and two greedy fingers pumping in and out. Heat builds quick; Brooke comes first, thighs clamping around Sasha’s head, then Sasha shudders and grinds down onto Brooke’s tongue until she finishes too, wetness glistening on both their chins. Afterward they stay tangled, the bolster still wedged beneath Brooke’s hips like a silent accomplice.