Wet On A Work Call

Madison sits at her desk, blonde hair catching the light, when Nicole slips up behind her. The redhead’s hands drift down from Madison’s shoulders, slow and sure, until her breath warms the back of Madison’s neck. Madison murmurs about a call in thirty minutes, but Nicole answers with kisses along her collarbone. Clothes fall away in pieces. Fingers find wet heat. Nicole sinks two fingers deep, then three, curling until Madison’s thighs shake. The blonde’s voice cracks on a moan right as Nicole’s climax hits; a sudden rush of clear liquid spills over Madison’s chest and laptop, soaking her pale tits and dripping from her chin. The screen pings—call moved up, joining now. Madison wipes her face with one hand, hits accept with the other. On camera she’s flushed, glistening. Below the frame Nicole drops to her knees, spreads Madison open, and drags her tongue through the mess she made. Madison swallows hard, tries to keep her voice even while Nicole’s mouth works her clit in steady circles. Every time Madison answers a question, Nicole presses two fingers back inside, fucking her slowly, silently daring her to stay composed. Madison grips the desk edge, answers another colleague, and feels another tremor building fast.