Little Puck shows up early with Octavia Red to decorate for a retirement party. Octavia climbs the stepladder to hang a banner. From below, Little Puck sees straight up her skirt. A thin thong splits Octavia’s plump cheeks, and Little Puck’s breath catches. She watches the lace stretch tight across smooth skin, eyes locked on the view while Octavia reaches higher. Each new streamer gives Little Puck another look. Her pulse climbs with every step. She leans closer, greedy now, until Octavia glances down and catches her staring. A slow smile spreads across Octavia’s face. She parts her legs a little wider on the rung. Little Puck steps in, fingertips grazing the inside of Octavia’s thigh. The older woman lowers the banner, steps down one rung, and guides Little Puck’s hand higher. Under the skirt the fabric is already damp. Little Puck pushes the thong aside and slips two fingers into slick heat. Octavia’s hips rock forward, heavy breasts brushing Little Puck’s cheek through her blouse. The ladder creaks, the empty office stays quiet, and Little Puck works her fingers deeper while Octavia grips the rail and lets the pleasure roll through her.
Little Puck shows up early with Octavia Red to decorate for a retirement party. Octavia climbs the stepladder to hang a banner. From below, Little Puck sees straight up her skirt. A thin thong splits Octavia’s plump cheeks, and Little Puck’s breath catches. She watches the lace stretch tight across smooth skin, eyes locked on the view while Octavia reaches higher. Each new streamer gives Little Puck another look. Her pulse climbs with every step. She leans closer, greedy now, until Octavia glances down and catches her staring. A slow smile spreads across Octavia’s face. She parts her legs a little wider on the rung. Little Puck steps in, fingertips grazing the inside of Octavia’s thigh. The older woman lowers the banner, steps down one rung, and guides Little Puck’s hand higher. Under the skirt the fabric is already damp. Little Puck pushes the thong aside and slips two fingers into slick heat. Octavia’s hips rock forward, heavy breasts brushing Little Puck’s cheek through her blouse. The ladder creaks, the empty office stays quiet, and Little Puck works her fingers deeper while Octavia grips the rail and lets the pleasure roll through her.