Three Girls and a Bolster

Chloe Cherry and Whitney Wright snag this mystery box delivered to the house and haul it over to Angela White. She's got that sly grin, like she knows exactly what's inside. Boom—she rips it open, and there it is: the bolster she snagged online. Angela's over the moon, eyes lighting up like it's Christmas morning. The girls just stare, clueless as hell. But Angela's not one to keep secrets; she offers to give 'em a demo. 'Hop on, Chloe,' she says with a wink, patting the thing. Chloe climbs up, stretches out on it, and Angela shows how it props her perfect—makes working that body a total breeze. Angela pulls Whitney in for a closer peek, then gets cheeky: 'Time to lose the threads, ladies.' They peel off Whitney's clothes, strip her bare, and slather her skin with that slick massage oil. Hands dive right in, zeroing on that killer ass. 'Damn, look at this thing shining,' Chloe says, and Whitney agrees—oiled up, it's a goddamn masterpiece. With the bolster jacking her up, Whitney's ass is served on a platter, begging for attention. And hell yeah, these girls are diving in headfirst. They flip her over, oil up the front side, hitting those sneaky spots you can't quite reach on your own. Angela smirks, 'This baby's gold for body slides, mark my words.' Then she and Whitney start shedding their own gear, clothes flying everywhere. They gang up on Chloe, tongues teasing her ass and pussy in a frenzy. Switch to Whitney—bolster props her pussy high, and they feast, licking every damn inch from neck to toes. By the end, that bolster's tumbled to the floor, forgotten, while all three tangle up, fucking wild in every position under the sun. Looks like they've scored a helluva new plaything.