Saved By The Bolster

Charlotte Sins owns this little massage spot and she's sweating bullets with that big chain parlor crashing the party downtown. No way she can drop cash on fancy makeovers, so she hits the web for cheap tricks to amp up her rubs. Bam—she spots this hot trend: bolsters. Sounds simple enough, she thinks, why not roll with it? Package shows up quick. Next client in? Aubrey Kate, looking fine as hell. Charlotte grins and offers her the deluxe—free bolster massage, no strings, just test drive it. Aubrey slides onto that thing, arches just right, and damn if it doesn't hit different. She melts into it, moaning soft. Charlotte? She's hooked too, 'cause from her angle, it's pure eye candy—those curves popping, ass up like an invitation. Eyes lock, tension crackles. Charlotte's hands wander bolder, teasing skin slick with oil. Aubrey bucks back, whispering yeah, keep going. Clothes hit the floor. Charlotte dives in, fingers and tongue working Aubrey's spots till she's gasping. They flip to the fun stuff—Charlotte straps on, eases into Aubrey's tight ass slow at first, then pounding steady. Aubrey's riding the wave, clenching and crying out. They grind through it, sweaty and wild, chasing that peak till they both shatter in a hot, sticky mess.