How Was Your Day

Naomi Woods drags herself through the door after one hell of a day. Her shoulders sag. A weak smile flickers and dies as Serena Blair steps in. Serena asks, her voice soft. Naomi exhales and spills it: that creep kept staring. Endless meetings. Too many people she can’t stand. Serena slides onto her lap and wraps both arms around her. A kiss follows—slow at first—then deeper. Serena pulls back just enough to speak. She admits it. Stressed at work, she masturbated right there in the office. The confession lights her up. Her mouth crashes into Naomi’s again. Clothes rip away. Naomi draws Serena’s nipples to her lips, sucking them wet and hard while Serena gasps. Fingers twist in each other’s hair. Naomi pushes lower, tongue tracing Serena’s ribs, her belly, tasting everything until Serena’s legs open wider. They stumble to the bed. Naked now, they feast on each other—wet mouths sliding between thighs. Pussy drips coat tongues. They swap the slick taste with bruising kisses. Next comes the switch to sixty-nine, tongues gliding over tight pink assholes, then over swollen clits again until each woman rides the other’s face and moans into skin. By the time Naomi’s grinding against Serena’s mouth, the office no longer exists—only Serena’s warm, dripping cunt and the promise it holds.