Stay The Night

Brandi drags herself through the door after another shift of wiping tables and smiling at cheap tips. She finds Autumn stretched out on the couch, eyes already heavy. It’s late, and Autumn’s due back first thing anyway, so Brandi cuts the debate short and points her down the hall. The couch isn’t happening. Her bed’s plenty big for two, end of story. Once the lights click off and the covers settle, that same tired politeness starts to crack. Hands that were careful minutes ago now wander on purpose. Autumn’s full, soft tits fill Brandi’s palms while Brandi’s own breasts press warm against Autumn’s back. Fingers slide lower, part slick folds, and work in deep—slow, then hungry. Autumn answers with the same eager touch, sliding over Brandi’s swollen clit until both women are breathing hard and grinding into each other’s hands. What started as a favor turns into a night neither of them plans to end early.