Whatever You Say, Boss!...'s Daughter

Christie Stevens, HR drone, had just bagged her stepdaughter Gia an internship when everything went to hell. A week later the grapevine was buzzing that Gia was banging someone on payroll, and Christie planned to shut that shit down hard. She marched down the hall, spotted the conference room, and was about to bust in when wet moans hit her like a wet slap. Heart slamming, Christie eased the door open a crack and caught an eyeful: Gia stark-naked from the waist down, thighs spread on the table while Eliza Eves—the boss’s own daughter—lapped at her glistening pussy. Both girls were sweat-slick, shirts yanked open, tits bouncing with every sloppy, rhythmic thrust of fingers and tongue. Christie burst through and barked at Gia to get dressed, but she softened fast when she realized the boss’s kid was involved. Eliza just grinned, tugged her soaked panties to the side, and crooked a finger. “You’re not gonna tattle on your stepdaughter when you can get in on the action instead, are you?” Gia licked her lips and slid off the table, nipples stiff, pussy still throbbing. Christie’s eyes dropped to the slick mess between the younger girl’s legs and felt her own clit pulse in answer. “Boss won’t hear a thing,” Eliza promised, voice low and cocksure, pressing Christie’s hand between her legs so the older woman could feel how soaked and ready she was. Christie’s fingers curled, decision made. Door locked, clothes already hitting the floor, the three of them dove in like they had something to prove—tongues, fingers, desperate grinding, and nobody holding back.