Riding The Bolster

Alison came back from the ring sore and stiff. Her thighs ached. Her ass felt like someone had used it for a drum. She booked the massage without thinking twice. Charlotte arrived calm, focused on glutes and legs. She found the knots fast, stretched the tight spots until Alison’s muscles warmed. Soon the pressure moved deeper. Charlotte slipped a bolster beneath Alison’s hips so her ass opened, cheeks spreading. Her oiled thumbs pushed into the cleft, pressing the tight ring of muscle. Charlotte bent low, breathed once, then dragged her tongue across wet folds. The taste hit her—salt, musk, heat. She groaned and latched on, licking deep, swirling. Alison arched; forgotten heat spread through her. By the time Charlotte pulled back, her lips shiny, Alison’s mind held nothing but the slow throb of the last orgasm.