Maya Bijou comforts her roommate Trillium in the bathtub after a bad breakup

Maya finds Trillium slumped on the edge of the tub, eyes red from crying about that prick who walked out. Steam curls off the water. Maya doesn’t bother with words—she peels off her tank top, steps in, and pulls Trillium close. Bare tits press against wet skin. Warmth wraps around both of them. Maya’s fingers slide between Trillium’s thighs, slow at first, then steady, coaxing a gasp out of her. The girl’s hips tilt forward; the ache she carried from the break-up turns to wet heat. Water laps at the sides. Maya’s thumb circles her clit while two fingers dip inside, curling until Trillium’s breath stutters and her hands grip Maya’s shoulders for balance. The room echoes with the soft slap of skin and the sharper, urgent sounds Trillium tries to swallow. Maya keeps her steady, hips rocking against her own hand, each thrust deeper until Trillium comes with a low, broken moan that trembles into the steam and fades.