After a boring meeting

The boardroom emptied out, but the heat didn't. We practically raced back to my place, still dressed from the dull meeting—my black skirt hugging my hips, her red hair loose over her shoulders. The door barely clicked shut before we were on each other. She pushed me onto the bed, hiked up my skirt, and her mouth found mine, tongue pushing deep. I tugged her blouse open, grabbed her breasts, thumbed her nipples hard. She slid down my body, pulled my panties aside, and licked my pussy in long, slow strokes. I moaned and pulled her closer, fingers tangled in her red hair while she sucked my clit. Then she stripped me bare, spread my legs wide, and buried her face between them. I came hard, thighs shaking. She didn't stop. I flipped her over, got on my knees, and took her strap-on between my lips. I sucked it deep, spit running down my chin, blonde hair falling forward. She watched, eyes dark, and grabbed my hair to fuck my throat. When she pulled out, she bent me over the bed and slid inside me from behind. She pounded me until my legs gave out, then spun me around and painted my face with her cum—hot streaks across my lips, cheeks, and tongue. I licked it up, smiling, both of us finally relaxed.