Girls' night out - part II.

Three women ease into the night with easy laughter and long glances. One blonde, one brunette, their tops cut low enough to make conversation impossible. Big tits strain against fabric. Someone’s hand finds a thigh under the table. Fingers travel higher. Someone laughs too loud, then softer, breath catching. They don’t leave the bar. The corner booth swallows them. The blonde’s knee slides open. The brunette watches, pupils wide. Clothes loosen. A finger circles a nipple through lace. A quiet moan. No one looks away. They take turns, slow strokes, wet fingers passed between them like a secret. The night stretches. No one asks for the check.