Indecent Interview

Ana Foxxx waits in the quiet office. Casey Calvert rushes in late, breathless. Ana slides her résumé across the desk. Casey reads it, eyes flicking up, taking in the woman in front of her. Papers look good. Ana looks better. One line stops her: no degree. Policy is policy. Ana leans forward, voice low, asking if the rule ever bends. Casey hesitates. She asks what else Ana can offer, something that won’t fit on paper. Ana’s smile widens. She stands, circles the desk, drops to her knees. Casey’s breath catches when hands part her thighs. Ana’s mouth finds her, hot and certain, tongue working fast, then slow, pulling slick sounds from Casey’s throat. Casey grips the armrests. Her skirt rides higher. Ana keeps her there, licking deep, then tracing circles over her clit until Casey’s hips buck. The brunette never breaks rhythm. Her fingers join her tongue, sliding in, curling, matching the press of her lips. Casey’s moans come shorter. Her thighs tremble around Ana’s shoulders. Casey reaches down, pulls Ana up, spins her, and lays her back across the desk. She climbs over, mouth finding Ana’s cunt in return. The two women lock into a 69, bodies rocking in time, each chasing the other’s taste. Ana’s tongue stays relentless. Casey grinds against her mouth, then sits up, settling her full weight on Ana’s face. Ana’s hands hold Casey’s hips, guiding every roll, tongue buried deep while Casey rides. Wet sounds fill the room. Casey’s fingers work Ana’s pussy in steady strokes, thumb brushing her clit. Ana answers with harder licks, sucking, swallowing every drop Casey gives. Their pace builds, breaks, rebuilds. Casey’s thighs tighten. Ana’s back arches. Both women come hard, shaking, breath ragged, still tasting each other.