All Work No Play!

Gianna Dior is pacing the office, nerves shot. Word just came down—no personal entanglements between staff. She swears the rule has exposed her and Autumn, and the idea of losing her job turns her stomach. Autumn watches her, calm as ever. She tells her she’s overreacting, that no one suspects a thing, and the boss is gone for the week anyway. Tension still knots Gianna’s shoulders, so Autumn takes control. She steps in close, slips her hands under the soft swell of Gianna’s big, natural tits, and squeezes just hard enough to pull a shaky breath from her. Gianna’s eyes flutter, the panic slipping. Autumn pushes the blouse open and lowers her mouth to one tight nipple, sucking slowly, letting the wet pull quiet every worry. Gianna’s hips tilt forward, skirt riding up. Autumn’s fingers slip beneath it, find slick heat, and slide in with lazy purpose. The brunette moans low, legs parting on instinct. Every stroke drags another tremor from her until the fear burns off in steady waves of pleasure.