Her First Bolster

Eliza Ibarra, the hot massage pro, greets Gabbie Carter with a sly smile as she strolls in for her session. Gabbie's legs are killing her, aching from head to toe, and she's clueless on the best fix. Eliza lays out a few steamy options—deep tissue, Swedish, you name it—but Gabbie's eyes glaze over. 'Too many damn choices,' she laughs, 'pick one for me.' Eliza grins, 'Go for the bolster massage; it'll hit those thighs just right.' Gabbie nods fast, 'Hell yeah, let's do it.' They slip into the private room, all dim lights and chill tunes washing over them like a whisper. Gabbie strips down quick, hops on the table face up, that bolster propping her killer thighs high. Eliza's fingers dance slow and teasing over those smooth beauties, kneading deep, making Gabbie sigh. She slides the bolster lower, zeroing in on the calves and feet, thumbs pressing just so. Then up top—oh yeah—cupping those curvy tits, rolling them firm and playful. Gabbie flips over, belly down now, bolster hoisting that juicy ass like a trophy. Eliza dives in, hands owning every inch of that round perfection, sliding down the legs with expert strokes, building that fire slow. Time ticks by, and Gabbie moans, 'This is pure heaven.' Eliza leans close, voice husky, 'Wanna crank it up? Make you melt even more?' Gabbie's all in, breath hitching. Eliza's palm grazes Gabbie's slick pussy, rubbing circles that drive her wild, then dips low to tongue that tight asshole, lapping with naughty precision. Heat rises—clothes fly off Eliza too, and soon she's the one on the bolster, trading turns in this wicked bliss. Damn, that bolster massage? Spot-on winner.