Lawyer-Client Drillage

Lena leans against her desk as Danielle steps through the door. “She signed,” she says. The words land like the final snap of a key turning. Danielle smiles slow, steps closer, the thin silk of her blouse doing nothing to hide the weight of her breasts. Lena feels the shift. Same client. Different rules now. Danielle moves first. Her mouth finds Lena’s before the words are all the way out of her. Fingers tug at belts, shirts fall. Lena’s hands slide under blonde hair, pull her in deeper. They land on the leather couch with a soft thud. Danielle’s nipples are tight when Lena palms them. Natural and full, they fill her hands. She sucks one, then the other, tasting skin and the faint trace of perfume. Danielle arches, breath catching. Her own hands are already between Lena’s thighs, fingers parting slick folds, circling, pressing inside with a rhythm that makes Lena’s hips lift. They shift fast. Lena swings her leg over Danielle’s face, lowers until she feels warm breath against her cunt. Danielle’s tongue is greedy, lapping upward in long strokes. Lena bends at the same time, spreads Danielle open with her thumbs and buries her face. The 69 locks in like muscle memory. Wet sounds fill the room, thighs shake, moans spill against each other. Danielle’s fingers stay busy, two knuckles deep and curling until Lena’s thighs clamp around her head. Lena pushes back just as hard, tongue flicking the swollen clit beneath her until Danielle shudders through a sharp, broken cry that vibrates straight into Lena’s own climax.