DON'T Bring Your Daughter To Work Day

Katie Morgan runs the place and thought she was one step ahead. Bring Your Daughter To Work Day? Not on her watch. Not after last year. So she writes the memo and skips Becky Bandini on the list, thinking she can keep Emma Hix out of the building for good. Too bad Becky heard about it from someone else. Emma strolls right in, tight little body on display, and Katie feels that familiar ache between her legs. She tries to bolt for her office, but Emma’s right on her heels. Door shut. Skirts up. Emma drops between Katie’s thighs and starts licking like she’s starving for it. Blonde hair bouncing, Becky’s step-daughter going to town on the boss’s clit. Then the door flies open. Becky stands there, hands on her hips, tits straining her blouse. She’s not mad they’re fucking—she’s pissed Emma’s slacking off. She wants to make one thing clear: if they’re gonna do this, they finish fast and Emma gets back to work. Deal? Deal. Becky yanks her own skirt down and climbs onto the desk. Three mouths, six hands, every inch of that wood taking a pounding. Katie’s big tits bounce while Emma and Becky take turns burying their faces in her pussy. Becky’s smaller chest heaves when Katie returns the favor, tongue flicking over her clit. Emma gets passed between them, getting fingered and sucked until she’s whimpering. They keep going until the desk is slick and they’re all panting. Becky straightens her clothes first, shoots Emma a warning look, and heads back out. Katie’s left wondering if the promise to behave is even worth the paper it isn’t written on.