Corporate Wellness

HR boss Penny Pax bursts into her superior Reagan Foxx's office, pitching an on-site masseuse program to keep the staff loose and happy. Reagan shuts it down flat. Undeterred, Penny circles the desk and slides behind Reagan, hands landing on her shoulders. Reagan grumbles but lets it happen, snapping at Penny to "make it quick." That cranky attitude melts fast. Penny's thumbs dig in and Reagan's head drops back, a long breath leaving her. The pleasure sinks deeper and Reagan starts melting into it, voice turning lower, huskier. "Upper chest feels tight, why don't you hit that," she coos, peeling her blouse open to let her heavy tits spill out. Penny hesitates for half a second, then cups those warm, full breasts, thumbs grazing stiff nipples. Reagan pushes into the touch, gets downright flirty. When Penny asks if she's sold on the idea yet, Reagan smirks: the "extended pitch" means Penny has to fuck her right here. Penny's cheeks flush but her eyes are glued to Reagan's body, and seconds later she's climbing into the big chair, clothes shoved aside as the two women fuck like the wellness program just became hands-on.