Fun in the office

The office is a dull cage when the boss sits at his desk. Once he heads out for his meetings, the cage swings open. Sasha and I waste no time. We tug down damp panties and press the silky fabric between each other’s folds, easing the lace inside until it disappears. Wet heat pulls at every seam. We trade turns, tongues sliding in to hook the buried lingerie and draw it back out, slick and warm from our bodies. Quick licks become deep tastes. We work faster, breathing harder, both of us hoping the next meeting lasts all afternoon.