Officially Kinky

Alysa and Lisa skip the paperwork. They keep their skirts on and their stockings straight, but the underwear hits the floor fast. One of them leans over the desk; the other slides two wet fingers between those pale cheeks and starts teasing the tight ring of muscle. The pressure builds in slow circles until the first slick knuckle pops inside. A quiet gasp, then a deeper push. They trade places without a word, each hungry for the same back-door treatment, their breath getting shorter every time the other woman’s tongue replaces her fingers. The office stays quiet, except for the wet sound of tongues and the soft creak of the desk.