Someone To Talk To

Ember catches Jena alone between sale tables. Talk drifts to the reason for the sale—a parent heading into care. Ember shares her own recent loss. The women trade quiet truths. Jena confesses the fear of growing old without anyone beside her. Ember steps closer. Hands slide up Jena’s top, freeing heavy breasts. Thumbs circle stiff nipples until Jena gasps. Fingers dip beneath waistbands, seeking wet heat. Jena spreads her thighs on the cluttered workbench, letting Ember sink two fingers deep. They kiss hard, tongues sliding. Ember drops back onto a low sofa, guiding Jena’s wide hips over her mouth. Jena sinks onto Ember’s face, grinding as a skilled tongue works her clit. Ember’s hands roam Jena’s curves, squeezing tits, keeping her locked in place while she rides out each shuddering rush of pleasure.