Wild plays with Maryel and Kendra Star

The boss was out. Kendra knew better, but she texted anyway. Maryel showed up twenty minutes later with her lipstick fresh and her skirt short. Kendra tried to finish an email. Then Maryel perched on the edge of her desk, swinging one ankle. One small hand slid under her own shirt, thumb circling slowly. “Don’t,” Kendra whispered. Maryel smiled wider. She slipped off the desk, dropped to her knees, and crawled under it, tugging Kendra’s thighs apart. A breath, a wet tongue. Teeth grazed the top of her stocking. Kendra’s hand clenched around her mouse. She glanced at the open glass wall and looked away again. Down there Maryel made quick work of her panties. She pushed two small fingers inside and sucked harder, like the whole empty building belonged to them. Kendra reached under, found the teenager’s hair, and held her face closer, eyes fixed on the doorway, legs trembling, body hot, mind blank.