Sharing More Than Just The Bed

Mary and Trisha planned this trip with their girl Abigail months ago. One busted connection later they’re stuck overnight in some random city with one king bed and zero other rooms. Abigail tries to volunteer the carpet, but Mary and Trisha wave it off. They crawl in together, lights out. Hours later the blonde is out cold on her side. Mary’s awake though, and so is Abigail. Eyes meet. Hands wander. Mary’s small, tattooed tits rise under her tank as Abigail slips fingers beneath it, thumb brushing a tight nipple. Mary answers by sliding her palm down Abigail’s stomach and between her legs, feeling the heat, feeling the twitch. The sheets stay over them. Breath stays low. Abigail strokes Mary’s cock in slow, steady pulls while Mary works two fingers inside her, curling, pressing, relentless but quiet. Every wet sound gets swallowed by the dark. Mary’s hips rock, pushing deeper into Abigail’s fist, and Abigail bites her own lip to stay silent. Neither of them stops. Neither of them wakes Trisha. They just keep going, chasing the edge while their girlfriend sleeps inches away.