You Horny Little Girl!

Lady Dee spread her legs. The need hit her hard and quick, so she slipped her hand down her pants while Karol flipped through files on the couch. Slow circles over her clit. Heat built fast, damp fabric clung to her fingertips. She watched Karol's profile, pulse drumming at her throat, and made herself moan just loud enough. Karol's pen halted. Eyes flicking, first irritated, then sharper when Lady Dee's shirt rode up to bare her cunt, swollen and slick. A breath, then Karol's jaw locked. Fingers dropped the papers. Three quick steps, sudden shadow, hot breath against skin. Karol's mouth caught the next moan right on Lady Dee's lips, teeth scraping the lower one, hand already shoving aside what Lady Dee had pulled down. They met fast, greedy, the room suddenly small.