Office angels

Bambi and Alma have been fucking each other at work since Alma’s second week. No one else knows. When the building finally clears, they turn the empty office into their private playground. Alma perches on the edge of her desk while Bambi drops between her thighs, tongue slick and insistent. Alma’s black hair spills over the blotter as her hips roll, cunt grinding against Bambi’s mouth. She comes fast, thighs trembling, then pulls Bambi onto the desk and sinks two fingers deep inside her. They trade toys next—Alma pressing a thick glass dildo between Bambi’s lips, then sliding it into her soaked pussy, working it in slow, deliberate strokes. Bambi’s back arches; her moans echo off the empty cubicles. They switch positions, now it’s Alma’s turn to be filled, legs spread wide while Bambi fucks her with the same toy, fingers teasing her clit until she breaks again. No interruptions, no shame—just slick skin, whispered curses, and the quiet click of heels on tile when they finally straighten their skirts and head home.