Quitter-In-Law

Eva just drops the bomb on Lauren: she’s done. Out. Finished. Lauren’s jaw hits the floor. “We’ve got a good thing here, honey,” she says, voice all sugar, but there’s steel underneath. She starts firing questions like she’s got a lie detector wired into the carpet. Eva dodges every one—cute little smiles, half-answers, that whole song and dance. Lauren keeps pushing till Eva cracks. “It’s because I want to bend you over this desk and fuck you stupid,” she blurts, color flushing up her neck. Silence for half a beat. Then Lauren’s grin turns wolfish. Turns out the feeling’s mutual. They agree Eva should quit, sure—but not before Lauren clears the desk with one sweep of her arm and pulls Eva in by the belt. Skirts shoved up, panties yanked down, mouths locked like they’ve got something to prove. Lauren drops to her knees, tongue hot and greedy between Eva’s thighs, fingers digging into her ass. Eva moans loud enough to rattle the windows, grinding down while Lauren licks like she’s starving. Then Eva’s got Lauren bent over that same desk, thick cock buried to the hilt, hips snapping hard and fast. Every thrust makes Lauren curse and beg for more, knuckles white on the edge of the wood. They fuck like the building might come down—sweaty, loud, no hesitation. When they finally come it’s raw and messy, both of them shaking, already thinking about round two before they’ve even caught their breath.