Party Of Two

Sinn took the bad date for what it was: a few bites eaten, a few barbs thrown at the waiter, then done. The check came. She paid it alone. Back at her place, the woman who mattered had the dress half-off already. Charlotte, the waitress from the front table, kissed like she meant to take the whole night back. Sinn shoved her onto the couch cushions, yanked one thigh higher, and ground bare skin to sheer nylon. Charlotte arched once, twice, then came, soaking the seam between them. Fabric tore quick. Sinn had the harness buckled, the cock slicked, and she drove in smooth and deep, hips rolling slow until Charlotte shook again. She kept the pace cruel, letting each thrust land hard enough to knock the breath out. Charlotte clenched, came, clenched again, thighs trembling around Sinn’s waist while her tights hung open and ruined.