Signing the contract

Allan knows a good deal when he sees one. Especially when the view across the desk happens to be Jasmyne leaning forward, blouse straining around her breasts. She smiles, slides the pen closer, and lets her fingers brush his wrist. Her blouse dips. He signs where she points. She stands, walks around the desk, and drops to her knees without another word. Allan’s belt is open before he can set the pen down. Jasmyne takes him in her mouth, slow at first, then deeper, tongue working in lazy circles while she looks up at him. The contract is already forgotten. A second girl steps in from the side room, brunette as well, already naked. She moves behind Allan, hands on his shoulders, lips at his neck. Jasmyne stands, turns, and bends over the desk. The second girl guides him forward. He sinks into Jasmyne’s ass, steady, deep. She grips the edge of the desk and pushes back to meet every thrust. The second girl kneels beside them, mouth open, waiting. Allan pulls out at the last second. Thick ropes land across both their faces, across lips and cheeks. Jasmyne licks her lower lip, smiles, and reaches for the signed contract like nothing happened.