Exciting Misconduct

Charlie sits at the table with papers spread out, pen moving across each page. Tiffany watches from across the room, her stare heavy, deliberate. White dress clings to her full breasts and hips. The heels lift her calves just enough. She shifts her weight, and the motion draws his eyes. Soon he leaves the chair, kneels, lifts one foot to his mouth, tongue tracing leather and skin. His hands slide higher, bunching fabric until her cunt is bare. He leans in, licks slowly, then pushes two fingers inside while his tongue works her clit. Tiffany’s head tips back, breath catching as he opens her wider, tasting every inch he can reach.