The Lie - Part 2

Mrs. Silver fixed Sally first—the lipstick, the hem, the little pearl at her throat—then stood back and took her own breath away. The girl looked edible now. Fingers slipped under Sally’s waistband, eased the silk aside, and found her already warm. Mrs. Silver went down gracefully, knees kissing the carpet, and licked a slow stripe straight up the center of her. Sally’s thighs gave one startled shake, then parted. Mrs. Silver used two polished nails to part slick lips and tasted deeper, tongue flicking, circling, then pressing flat and dragging until Sally’s hips rocked forward, seeking more. She slid a finger inside—slow, deliberate, curling the way she knew would hook that spot—and added another when Sally whimpered. The secretary’s hand gripped the edge of her desk; papers scattered across the floor like dropped postcards. Mrs. Silver worked her with mouth and fingers until the girl came in a tremor that shook the filing cabinet behind her, metal rattling softly while her cunt pulsed around gold rings and a practiced tongue.