Battle Of The Bosses

CEO Reagan Foxx sits at her desk chewing out some suit on the other end of the line. She refuses to hang up until he caves and promises he'll fix her mess. Door swings open and Bridgette B walks in like she already owns the joint. Reagan clicks off the call, eyes locked on her rival. Bridgette's smug grin says she knows about the merger and the upper hand it gave her. She lists new demands. Reagan sighs, ready to walk, until Bridgette adds one last item: they either fuck right now or she pulls the whole deal. Reagan laughs once, pushes papers aside, and grabs Bridgette by the shirt. The kiss turns hungry fast. Reagan yanks Bridgette's skirt up and drops to her knees, tongue diving in with no mercy. Bridgette moans and twists, then shoves Reagan back so she can straddle her face. Their mouths and hips grind together, sweat-slick skin slapping as each tries to ride the other to submission. Reagan finally pins Bridgette on the desk and grinds down, tribbing hard until both of them come shaking and cursing.