How To Catch A Coworker

Charlie Forde sets up her laptop, aims the camera at herself, and records every stroke of her fingers across her clit. Her natural tits rise and fall as she works herself to a slow, dripping orgasm, the frame capturing every wet sound. She saves the clip in a folder plainly labeled Private, knowing Summer Col will poke around the moment she’s alone with the laptop. Later, Summer arrives at Charlie’s place to work on a project. They sit side by side until Charlie announces a quick errand and steps out. She doesn’t go far. Hidden around the corner, she watches as Summer flips open the laptop, finds the folder, and presses play. The footage hits Summer like a jolt. Her eyes widen, then her thighs part. She slides a hand under her waistband, matching Charlie’s rhythm on-screen, fingers circling her own clit while the video loops. Charlie smiles from the shadows. When Charlie steps back in and clears her throat, Summer freezes, red-faced, stammering excuses. Charlie cuts her off with a grin. “I left the video for you,” she admits. “I wanted to see if the spark was real.” Surprise flickers across Summer’s face, then turns into heat. She stands, closes the space between them, and their mouths meet hard. Clothes drop fast. Charlie’s hand finds Summer’s soaked cunt, Summer’s lips close around Charlie’s nipple, and the afternoon tilts from work to fevered, hungry fucking right there on the couch.