What Are Friends For - S5:E1

Rebecca caught him balls-deep in another girl. The sight hollowed her out—chest tight, stomach in knots. She barely made it home before the knock came. Tiffany stood in the doorway with a bag and a wicked little smirk. She didn’t ask what happened. She dropped the bag on the bed, pulled out a sleek, thick vibrator still in its box, and held it up like a peace offering. “Get undressed,” she said. Rebecca stripped, slow at first, then faster, letting the clothes fall. Her body was tense, nipples already tight from the cold air and the weight of everything left unsaid. Tiffany twisted the toy free, coated it with lube, and handed it over. It buzzed low and steady when she clicked it on. Rebecca lay back, knees spread, and pressed the head against her clit. The first pulse hit hard. She moaned, sharp and quiet, chasing after it. Tiffany watched from the edge of the bed—lips parted, breathing even—as Rebecca worked the toy lower, sliding it inside her cunt with one long, slick push. Her hips lifted to meet each thrust. She fucked herself in steady rhythm, eyes half-lidded, lost in the low hum and the wet sound of her own need. The ache turned into something hot and urgent. She arched, gasped, came quick and trembling. Her thighs shook. Her cunt pulsed around the toy in tight, greedy squeezes. Tiffany reached over, brushed damp hair from Rebecca’s forehead, and smiled.