Bridal Bolster

Alexa Grace is tying the knot soon, but wedding planning's got her all wound up tighter than a drum. So she books an hour to melt away the stress with a massage. Kristen Scott, her hot masseuse, sets up the table and hits her with a special offer: a massage with an extra perk that'll blow her mind. Alexa's pumped for some downtime and asks, what's the surprise? Kristen grins and says it's with a bolster—Alexa tilts her head, clueless. 'It hits those tricky spots you can't reach on your own,' Kristen explains. Hell yeah, Alexa's in. She hops up on the table. Kristen slides the bolster under her hips, positioning Alexa just right. 'Damn, that lingerie looks killer on you,' Kristen says with a wink. 'But let's ditch the bra—no oil stains ruining the vibe.' Alexa pauses, biting her lip, then nods. Kristen unhooks it smooth as silk and tosses it aside. She dives into Alexa's back, kneading out the knots while chatting about wedding craziness. Then Kristen gets bold: 'Your fiancé keeping you satisfied in the sack?' Alexa's answer? A weak shrug that screams 'not really.' Back done, Kristen eyes those panties. 'Mind if I slip these off? Oil's gonna wreck 'em otherwise.' Alexa squirms, clearly uneasy, but Kristen's logic wins—off they go. Now Kristen digs into that ass, starting light and teasing, but ramps it up, hands plunging deeper as Alexa sinks into the bliss, eyes fluttering shut. Fingers creep dangerously close to her pussy. Alexa snaps to: 'Whoa, is that part of the deal?' She's fumbling for an excuse to pump the brakes, but Kristen's already circling her clit like a pro. Feels too damn good—Alexa's melting, doubts fading fast. She's not hitched yet, right? Their dirty little secret. Why not ride the wave before the ring seals the deal? The bride's all in for some pre-wedding fun.