Come back!

Totti keeps her bar and her bed empty without Misha. The waitress walked out after that mess over the receipts, and every shift since has felt like penance. Now the brunette stands in the doorway again, arms folded, daring her old boss to make it worth staying. Totti doesn’t waste time with apologies. She drops to her knees on the office carpet and pulls Misha’s skirt up. The first lick is slow, teasing; the second drags a moan out of the waitress. When Misha’s legs start to shake, Totti stands, turns her around, and presses the length of her tongue from clit to tight, puckered hole. Misha’s breath hitches, but she doesn’t pull away. Fingers slick with spit, Totti works one inside, then two, stretching her open. Misha pushes back, greedy for more. Totti answers by lining up the thick head of her strap and easing it in, inch by deliberate inch. The waitress braces against the desk, knuckles white, taking every thrust until her moans turn ragged. When Totti pulls out, Misha drops and takes the strap into her mouth, tasting herself. She sucks hard, cheeks hollow, until Totti’s thighs tremble. Only then does the brunette let the toy slip free and lean in, eyes locked, waiting. Totti strokes herself to the edge and finishes across Misha’s open mouth and flushed cheeks, streaks of come marking the proof she asked for. Misha wipes her lip with her thumb, smiles, and says she’ll see about tomorrow’s shift.