Secretary secrets

Maria and Mandy. Two junior secretaries. Youngest in the firm. They stayed late, the offices empty, lights still on over their cubicles. Hours of orders, email trays, coffee runs. The break they took wasn’t coffee. Maria pinned Mandy against the filing cabinet. Skirt rucked up. Panties slipped off one ankle. Maria slid her fingers inside, two, then three. Mandy gasped, hips rolling. Another finger. Knuckles stretching her, then the whole hand working slow and steady. Mandy whimpered, pushing back for more. Maria’s wrist vanished into her. Mandy’s own fingers found Maria’s cunt and shoved upward hard, no patience left. They rocked against each other, panting like dogs, each fist filling the other with wet sounds that cut through the quiet corridor. Office skirts bunched at their waists. Blouses open. Stockings still clipped to garters. Sweat slick on thighs. They fucked the tension out in raw rhythm—no gentleness, just release, cunt gripping fist, fist sinking deeper, both women clenched and shuddering, cursing under their breath every time another inch slipped inside.