The Right Lube For The Job

Masseuse Casey Calvert struts into the room, spotting Rachael Cavalli perched on the table, towel snug around her curves. They swap quick hellos, and Casey smirks, 'Alright, flip over and get comfy face down.' Rachael settles in, and Casey drapes that towel right over her plump ass like it's hiding a prize. She dives in, hands gliding over Rachael's back, kneading out the knots. 'So, what's got you all wound up today?' Casey asks, fingers digging deep. Rachael sighs, 'Just dumped my boyfriend of forever.' Casey winces, 'Ouch, sorry babe.' But Rachael waves it off, 'Nah, for the best. We weren't syncing.' Casey probes, 'Like future stuff? Kids, family?' Rachael chuckles low, 'Nope, more... bedroom vibes. I craved experimenting, but he shut that down cold.' Casey nods, totally getting it. 'My last girl was the same drag—wanted all the wild kinks, but she played it safe.' She laughs, adding, 'Finding a match for your freaky side? Damn near impossible.' Rachael murmurs agreement, 'That's half why I'm here. Time to chase what I want, you know?' She pauses, then spills, 'Not just the rubdown. I wanna pick your brain on massage as a side gig, something fun to toy with.' Casey's all in, 'Shoot, what's up?' Rachael blushes a tad, 'Uh, questions about your oil. What makes it tick?' That hooks Casey hard. 'Love chatting that. Want me to demo my top-shelf stuff on you?' Rachael's game, and Casey pours it on, slicking her up, hands roaming. 'You're knotted up tight—let's loosen you.' Her palms creep toward that towel-covered ass. Rachael confesses, 'Okay, the oil bit? Total cover story. Truth is, I'm eyeing... spicier uses.' Casey's eyes pop wide, hands planted firm on Rachael's cheeks. 'Spill it—how dirty we talking?' Rachael hesitates, voice dropping, 'Like... lube, you know?' Casey grins sly, 'Oil's slick magic, but for pussy play? Not always prime.' Rachael cuts in slow, 'Actually, not there.' Casey's brain clicks—ohhh, jackpot. 'Wait, you mean... ass action?' Rachael flushes crimson, bolting up. 'Forget it, bad idea. Ex was spot on about me.' But Casey coos her back down, 'Hey, no shame— you ditched him to dive into this, right?' Rachael nods, relaxes. 'Lift that ass a sec,' Casey says, sliding a pillow underneath for that perfect arch. Now she goes full throttle on those cheeks, prying them wide to bare Rachael's tight little hole. Casey's heat is building fast; she teases oil right over it, light and teasing. Rachael's giggling, nerves mixing with thrill. Casey spreads wider, fingers tracing that puckered spot as soft moans escape Rachael's lips. She's hooked, and Casey's eating it up. After some heated minutes, Casey leans in, breath hot. 'Got one killer lube left for that sweet ass of yours. The absolute best.' Rachael's hooked, 'What is it?' Casey purrs, 'All-natural, straight from the source—organic as hell, no store-bought bullshit. Trust me, it's gold.' Rachael begs, 'Tell me.' 'Saliva,' Casey whispers, all seduction. No waiting— she hocks a warm glob right on target, then drops her tongue in, lapping eager. Casey's pulling out every trick to nail the perfect slick for Rachael's backdoor adventure.