Sexy Logistics Part 2

Patricia steps from the doorway, skirt already riding high on her thighs. She doesn’t knock, doesn’t announce herself—just locks the office door and walks straight toward the two women tangled on the floor. Alison’s mouth glistens, Antonya’s legs still spread. Patricia drops to her knees between them and presses her lips to Alison’s without a word, tasting Antonya on her tongue. The kiss deepens, and Patricia’s hand finds the swell of Alison’s breasts, kneading the heavy flesh through the open blouse. Antonya watches, then reaches for Patricia’s shirt, popping buttons until black hair tumbles loose and two pairs of breasts press close. Patricia pulls back, shrugs off her top, and guides Alison’s mouth to one dark nipple while her own fingers slide down Antonya’s wet slit. They work fast, hungry; Alison rocks against Patricia’s thigh while Patricia rocks against her hand, and Antonya reaches in to stroke both of them at once. Patricia leans over, kisses Antonya deep and slow, then turns and straddles Alison’s face, lowering herself onto the waiting tongue. Antonya moves behind her, spreads Patricia open and eats her from the back while Alison licks from the front. Patricia moans, low and steady, hands braced on the desk as the two mouths drive her higher. When she comes she stays right where she is, hips rolling, and the other two trade places without losing rhythm. Alison bends over the desk next, Antonya behind her, Patricia beneath her; fingers and tongues keep every opening filled until Patricia finally pushes Alison upright, kisses her hard, and the three of them sink to the carpet in a slow, rolling heap of legs, breasts, and open mouths, bodies slick and breathing ragged, the workday forgotten.