The Office Squirt Slut

Jennifer White fixes things at work—hardware, software, and whatever else breaks. She listens to every rumor that bounces around the office, and lately one name keeps coming up: August Skye. Word is, August can’t get enough of girls who squirt. Jennifer happens to be one of those girls, and when August’s monitor dies she books the call without a second thought. August opens the door in a black blouse stretched tight over heavy breasts and a silver bar catching the light at her cleavage. Jennifer steps inside, already wet. She boots the machine, pretends to check cables, then turns, legs spread on the edge of the desk. Fingers slip under her skirt. August watches, breathing shallow, and when the first rush hits the hardwood she drops to her knees. She drinks straight from Jennifer, lips sealed around her, throat working, then stands, pulls Jennifer in, and spits the warm taste back into her open mouth. They trade it like that—mouth to mouth, skin to skin—until both women are dripping and August’s pierced nipples are hard against Jennifer’s tongue. Every fresh gush gets caught, swallowed, and passed again until the office floor shines and neither of them can stand without slipping.