Time Off Work

Caroline stands at the mirror, slipping into her work blouse, when Coco drops to her knees and tugs the silk down past her hips. The fabric pools at her ankles. Coco pushes Caroline’s thighs apart, buries her face between them, and licks once—slow and flat—across her already slick cunt. Caroline grips the dresser. Her breath shortens. She doesn’t move away. Coco sucks the swollen clit into her mouth, tongue flicking fast, then slow, then fast again. Wet sounds fill the bedroom. Fingers follow. Coco slides two inside Caroline, curling them against the soft spot that makes her moan. Caroline rocks her hips, taking every inch. Her blouse still hangs open; nipples brush cool air. They topple onto the sheets. Caroline rolls onto her back, spreads wider. Coco climbs over, grinds her own wet pussy against Caroline’s thigh while she keeps her fingers busy inside. Sweat beads at Caroline’s throat. Caroline reaches down, finds Coco’s cunt, and presses two fingers up. They match each other stroke for stroke, tempo rising. The bed creaks. Coco’s free hand pins Caroline’s wrists above her head. Orgasm tears through Caroline first—sharp, guttural. Her thighs clamp around Coco’s wrist. Coco keeps thrusting through the pulses, coaxing another, harder. She follows seconds later, hips stuttering, cunt fluttering around Caroline’s fingers, a low growl against Caroline’s neck. They stay tangled, breathing hard, until Caroline’s phone buzzes on the nightstand. She smiles, thumb hovering over the ignore button.