Office Sharing

Liz Jordan checks herself in the mirror, skin flawless, hair a glossy mess falling just right. She looks hot and she knows it. Dante Perez walks in, gives her a quick once-over, and checks in like he always does—wants to be damn sure she's good with everything. Liz shoots him a cocky smile, tells him she feels fucking great about it and that it's time to stop talking and start doing. Truth is, Dante handed the green light for Liz to sleep with his boss, Sinn Sage. The deal is simple: Dante watches every second. Liz loves it. Calls him sweet for trusting her like that, though she smirks when she adds that getting an extra edge with the boss never hurts either. Win-win—both of them grinning at the arrangement. When Sinn finally arrives she locks eyes on Liz, nothing else registering. She crosses the room, drops down on the mattress beside her while Dante watches from the corner, already breathing heavier. The women lean in slow at first, kissing deep, peeling straps off shoulders until tits spill out into eager hands. Soon the heat takes over. No more teasing. Clothes hit the floor. They fuck each other loud and filthy, tongues and fingers everywhere, bodies twisting and grinding like they can’t get enough—Sinn’s hand palming Liz’s ass, Liz moaning when Sinn slips two fingers in and curls them hard.