Screwing Wall Street: The Arrangement Finders Play, Scene #03

Veronica Vain stepped into Stoya’s office wearing a black dress that clung to her curves and heels sharp enough to cut glass. Stoya sat behind the desk, tall and pale, her eyes locked on the woman walking toward her. She stood, unbuckled her slacks and let the thick black strap-on spring free, already glistening. Veronica dropped to her knees without a word. Stoya grabbed two fistfuls of hair and shoved the silicone cock straight down her throat. She fucked Veronica’s face in hard, steady strokes, spit running down her chin and pooling on the polished floor. They tore the dress off Veronica, then Stoya’s blouse and slacks. Stoya’s small breasts rode high, dark nipples tight, her pussy covered in a dense black bush that glistened with her own wetness. She yanked Veronica close and kissed her hard, teeth catching lips, while her hand slid between Veronica’s legs. She spit on the slick folds, worked two fingers inside, then three, and curled them until Veronica gasped into her mouth. Veronica spun Stoya around, pushed her forward over the desk, and buried her tongue in both holes. She licked long, wet strokes from Stoya’s asshole to her clit, then pressed her lips against the tight ring and pushed inside. Stoya groaned, spread wider, and let Veronica feast until her thighs trembled. Stoya turned back, drove her fingers into Veronica again, fucked her fast and deep until Veronica came hard and soaked Stoya’s palm. Before the pulse even faded, Stoya shoved her dripping fingers into Veronica’s mouth. Veronica sucked them clean, tasting herself on every knuckle. They sank to the carpet. Veronica dove back between Stoya’s legs, tonguing her clit while two fingers crooked upward, then slid lower to tease her ass. Stoya rolled her hips, rode Veronica’s face and fingers, breath coming in short, sharp bursts. On their sides, they stretched out foot to foot. Veronica sucked Stoya’s toes, spit glistening on red polish. Stoya did the same, the slick press of tongues on arches, then brought their cunts together. They scissored hard, clits sliding and grinding, juices mixing on skin. Stoya climbed higher, straddled Veronica’s face and rocked until she came, trembling, coating Veronica’s mouth. Veronica licked every drop. Stoya slid down, kissed her deeply, tasting both of them on Veronica’s tongue, and the afternoon light slid across bare skin as the office held its breath.