Accounting sex

Chrystine walked in ready to talk deductions. The blonde wore a short skirt and a thin white blouse. She leaned over the desk and her accountant kissed her instead of reaching for forms. The accountant’s hands slid under that skirt, found smooth skin and a round ass, and squeezed. Chrystine gasped, then leaned in for another kiss, tongue meeting tongue. They moved from the desk to the couch in one motion. Skirt hitched up, panties pulled aside. The accountant’s mouth pressed between her thighs, licking slowly, then deeper. Chrystine held the accountant’s head, hips rolling. Fingers slid inside her, wet and steady. She moaned louder, thighs trembling. When she came it was sharp and sudden, legs shaking. They switched places. Chrystine peeled off the accountant’s clothes, kissed her breasts, then moved lower. Her tongue traced wet circles until the accountant arched and came against her mouth. Both girls ended up tangled on the cushions, breathing hard, skin flushed.