Riding The Bolster

Alison’s butt and legs throbbed after a whole day in the saddle. She booked a massage quick and specifically asked them to focus on her glutes and thighs, which they were happy to oblige. Charlotte strolled in, rubbed her hands together like she couldn’t wait, and started hunting for every knot. She stretched Alison head to toe, worked long, sliding strokes, getting closer and closer to the good stuff. Then Charlotte flipped her bolster into place, propped Alison’s hips high, and Alison’s cheeks parted like curtains at a strip club. Charlotte slid oiled fingers straight into every cleft, coaxed moans out of Alison with each slow push. When she got a taste straight from the source she groaned against Alison’s pussy like it was her last meal. She pulled back just long enough to beg to finish the job with her tongue. Alison couldn’t say no. By the time Charlotte finally eased off, Alison had long forgotten she ever needed ice packs.