Team Bonding

Maddy May sits alone at her desk with a busted internet connection back home. Her fingers part the fabric of her skirt, legs spread wide. She rubs herself slowly, breath catching each time her hand circles over her clit. The door swings open. August Skye steps inside, eyes wide. Instead of raising hell, August locks the door behind her. She kneels between Maddy’s thighs, mouth replacing fingers. Their bodies shift, August’s breasts heavy against Maddy’s chest as they settle into a slick sixty-nine. Maddy’s lips part for August’s swollen clit. Tattoos flex across August’s back with every roll of her hips. The office fills with soft, wet sounds as they grind together, chasing the same sharp finish.