Sexy Logistics Part 2

Alison was still flushed from her orgasm, legs spread across the conference table, when Patricia stepped out of the shadowy doorway. Her blouse was already unbuttoned, exposing the smooth rise of her breasts. She shut the door behind her with a quiet click and crossed the room without a word. Antonya watched her approach, tongue still wet from Alison's cunt. Patricia slipped out of her pencil skirt and stood before them in nothing but a black lace thong and heels. She leaned in and kissed Antonya hard, tasting Alison on her lips, then turned and bent over the same table where Alison lay. Her ass lifted, an open invitation. Alison sat up, eyes narrowed with fresh hunger, and pulled Patricia's thong aside. She dragged her tongue along the length of her slit, slow at first, then firmer. Patricia moaned, pushing back into the touch, fingers gripping the edge of the table. Antonya moved behind Alison, sliding two fingers inside her again, curling them deep while Alison licked and sucked Patricia's pussy with wet, hungry strokes. Patricia reached back, grabbed Alison by the hair, and ground against her mouth. "Don't stop," she whispered. Her breath came fast as Alison's tongue flicked her clit again and again. Antonya added a third finger, pumping into Alison with steady rhythm while she sucked at Patricia's swollen folds. The three moved in a tangle of mouths and hands. Patricia came with a low cry, thighs shaking around Alison's face. Antonya pulled Alison upright and kissed her again, tasting Patricia now, their bodies slick with sweat and arousal. Patricia dropped to her knees and buried her face between Alison's legs, determined to return the favor. They took their time after that, trading positions and tongues until the office lights dimmed and the building emptied around them. No one spoke of jealousy or consequences. Only the slow, deliberate pleasure they gave and took from one another, again and again, until all three were spent and satisfied.