Sextreme Makeover - Episode 8

They looked like any other couple when they walked into The Pleasure Chest. The clerk rang them up, handed over a black bag with a silver handle, and they left without a word. Later that night the same bag sat open on their bedroom floor. She pulled out a crystal bottle of oil that caught the light. He uncapped it and poured a warm line down her spine. Her skin glistened. She turned, took the bottle, and let the same oil run over the head of his cock until it shone. They moved to the pole that had been bolted to the ceiling weeks ago, hidden behind a curtain. She climbed first, legs wrapping, thighs gripping metal. Her body slid down in one slow stroke that left a slick trail behind her. He stepped close, caught her at the waist, and pressed inside without asking twice. The metal squeaked each time he lifted her and let her fall again. Sweat mixed with oil on their stomachs. She came first, mouth open against his neck. He followed two thrusts later, gripping the pole with one hand while the other held her open. The room smelled like warm skin and sweet almonds. They stayed there, breathing hard, the pole between them, until the oil cooled on their thighs.