Attorney Privileges

Brandi Love sits in a silk blouse that barely contains her full breasts, her mind fixed on the problem sitting across from her. Chloe Cherry. Eighteen, bored, blonde as trouble, and legally hers for one more week before the Sisters of Mercy get their hands on her. She watches the girl stretch, perky tits lifting under thin cotton, and knows exactly what she wants before the county locks Chloe away. One slow kiss melts into another. Brandi tastes mint and recklessness on Chloe's tongue, and suddenly the brash teen is on her knees, tugging Brandi’s panties aside with greedy fingers. Chloe buries her face between Brandi's spread thighs, licking long, lazy stripes up the slick, swollen lips until the attorney's thighs begin to quake. Chloe pushes her tongue deeper, sucking gently on Brandi's swollen clit, and Brandi cums hard, hips jerking, a rush of wetness spilling over Chloe's chin. Brandi drags her client onto the glass-top desk, fingertips parting slick pink folds. Two fingers slide inside, then three, pumping with practiced rhythm while Chloe moans loud enough to rattle the filing cabinets. They trade places—tongues diving, tasting, swallowing one another’s salty slick as thighs clamp tight around frantic mouths. Brandi grinds down on Chloe's face, chasing another orgasm, while Chloe works four fingers knuckle-deep into Brandi’s pulsing cunt. They don’t slow until the antique clock above the door strikes four and the day’s light turns gold. Brandi licks her lips, smiles sharp, and promises the young offender she’ll remember this each time she touches herself behind convent walls.