Bolster Bonus

Sasha was once a masseuse. Now she’s selling the table online. Brooke shows up to see it but winces when she hears the price. Sasha sweetens the offer with a free bolster and catches the look of confusion on Brooke’s face. With a smile, she spreads a sheet over the table and invites Brooke to climb up. Brooke settles facedown. The bolster goes under her hips, lifting them just enough. Sasha drizzles oil and begins to press. The slow circles turn into longer strokes, then something softer. The oil warms Brooke’s skin. The strokes travel lower. Brooke’s breath catches when Sasha’s fingers dip between her legs. The touch grows bolder. Brooke lifts herself into it, asking for more. Sasha climbs onto the table, knees bracketing Brooke’s waist. Hands roam over bare skin, oil-slick and urgent. Then Sasha lowers her body, breasts against Brooke’s back. Lips find the curve of Brooke’s neck. Brooke reaches back, fingers sliding between Sasha’s thighs. They trade places, Brooke now on top. Tongues, fingers, whispered instructions. Both of them come with deep, shaking sounds, lost in the pressure and release.