Office girls

Eve and Charlotte had only worked together for five or six days. The moment they met, their cunts slicked. No hesitation. They admitted how wet they were, how badly they needed to taste each other, and booked the office after hours for their own private fuck session. Charlotte leans against the glass partition, skirt hiked, white lace panties still clinging to one thigh. Eve drops to her knees, parts the brunette’s cheeks, and runs her tongue straight up her ass before sinking two fingers into her dripping cunt. Charlotte moans, low and throaty, pushing back against that greedy mouth. They switch places. Eve perches on the desk, legs spread wide, blonde hair falling over one shoulder. Charlotte buries her face between those smooth thighs, licking slow circles over her clit, then sliding lower to rim her tight pink hole. Eve’s fingers twist in Charlotte’s dark waves, pulling her closer, urging her tongue deeper. Bras come off. Stockings stay on. Charlotte climbs onto the desk, straddling Eve’s face while she bends forward to return the favor. They 69 like they’ve been starving for it—wet, open-mouthed, unashamed. Tongues flick over swollen clits, fingers slide in and out of tight, glistening cunts, the sound of their breathing filling the empty office. Eve comes first, hips jerking, thighs clamped around Charlotte’s head. Charlotte follows seconds later, grinding down onto Eve’s tongue, her moans muffled between pale, trembling thighs. They stay locked together, still licking, still tasting, until the last aftershock fades and the only sound left is the soft, sticky click of their mouths.