Career Vs. Family

Ryan Keely kicks off her heels, and Maya Woulfe's on her in seconds, grinning like the troublemaker she is. 'Missed you today,' Maya teases, then freezes. 'Who pissed in your coffee?' Ryan sighs, drops her bag, says she's been offered a corner-office gig, higher salary, tons of jet lag. Maya whoops until she clocks the scowl. Turns out Ryan's still mulling it over because every extra mile means less time with Maya. The brat's cheeks flush, tries playing tough: 'I can handle it,' she says. Ryan shuts her up quick. 'Not the point. I want the good stuff while I still got you under one roof.' Maya won't take the brush-off. She drags Ryan in, lips crashing, tongue filthy and sure. Ryan jerks back but keeps Maya's wrists pinned to her chest, heart hammering. 'You're sure?' Maya nods, pupils blown, and they're stripping like their clothes owe them money. Fingers fill mouths, nipples sucked wet and shiny, then tongues dive straight for soaked pussy. Ryan moans like she's been starved. If this is what quality time tastes like, fuck the flight schedules. She'll nail boardrooms and Maya all at once.