Her First Bolster

Eliza Ibarra flashes that signature smile when Gabbie Carter walks in for her appointment. "My legs are killing me," Gabbie says, wanting advice. Eliza runs through a few suggestions, but Gabbie laughs nervously and admits she can't keep all the names straight. "Which one would you pick for me?" she asks. "Bolster massage," Eliza replies without missing a beat. Gabbie's eyes light up. "Sold." They slip into the quiet room, soft beats humming in the background. Gabbie strips and settles onto her back, thighs propped high on the bolster, everything exposed and waiting. Eliza's palms slide in slow, heavy strokes up those smooth legs, digging in until Gabbie exhales hard. She eases the bolster lower, works the same rhythm over the calves and flexes each foot until the tension cracks loose. Hands roam higher, cupping and squeezing those full tits, giving them equal greedy attention. Gabbie flips, bare ass up now, bolster tucked beneath her hips so that perfect curve sits high and open. Eliza lingers there longest. She kneads the cheeks, spreads them, relishes the way Gabbie's back arches to meet her. After a moment Gabbie groans out how good it feels. "Wanna feel even better?" Eliza asks, voice low, already slicking her fingers. Gabbie’s answer is just a needy nod. Eliza rubs slow circles around her clit, folds glistening, then leans in and runs her tongue in hot, wet laps over the tight pink ring of her asshole. Moans bounce off the walls. Eventually Eliza peels off her own clothes, climbs up, lets Gabbie taste her before it’s her turn on the bolster. She settles facedown, thick ass raised, and Gabbie pays her back with eager, slippery hands. Classic. Bolster wins every time.