Office Distractions 2

Angel keeps claiming the boss is just that—her boss. Alexis and Katy have seen otherwise. Bent over his polished desk, legs parted and silk slipping to the floor, Angel let him fuck her right there in his office, slow and filthy, hips rolling to meet every deliberate thrust. Her cunt glistened under the afternoon light. Her moans slid out between clenched teeth like secrets she couldn't keep. The sight settled low in Alexis's belly; Katy felt it too. One shared glance, and neither girl could look away. Fingers slipped beneath waistbands. Breath caught. Everything became simple after that.