Sex in the office

Dorothy's desk looks like it belongs in a boardroom but the blouse on the floor tells another story. She has Adriana bent over the polished oak, skirt rucked up, panties stretched around her thighs. The blonde reaches between them, finds Adriana already slick, and pushes two fingers in without asking. The younger girl gasps, hips pushing back, eager for the stretch. Dorothy curls her fingers, working a steady rhythm that fills the quiet office with wet sounds and soft moans. Each thrust knocks the stapler sideways. Adriana's knuckles whiten on the edge of the desk while Dorothy leans in, breath warm against her neck, murmuring exactly how tight she feels around her fingers. When Dorothy slides lower and replaces her hand with her tongue, Adriana's moan turns into a broken whimper. Blonde hair brushes soft thighs as Dorothy licks deep, deliberate strokes that make Adriana tremble. She grips the desk harder, legs shaking, but Dorothy doesn't let up until the girl comes hard and sudden, spilling over that expensive tongue. Dorothy stands, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, then unzips her own skirt. Adriana spins around and drops to her knees. The office clock ticks. Outside phones ring. Inside, Dorothy spreads her legs and watches the brunette's tongue disappear between them.