Clean Up This Mess!

Kimmy Kimm walks in clutching those files, trying her damn hardest to look sharp, but that grin on her face already screams disaster's coming. She's all shiny-eyed and eager to please, and Sheena Ryder's not in the mood for another round of fuck-ups. Kimmy trips over her own shoes, coffee goes flying, and that five-grand rug just got baptized in cheap latte. Sheena's face twists for a second, then she decides fuck it—someone's getting disciplined right here and now. Kimmy's knees hit the floor and Sheena's got her bent back, grinding that dripping cunt on the assistant's mouth, gushing hot squirt straight down her throat. Every swallow Kimmy takes is like an apology and Sheena's letting every pulse of it smear across those pouty lips. Then Little Puck strolls in, takes one look, and the shocked laugh says she wants in. Kimmy's eyes go wide when Puck drops her skirt, spreads over the rug too, and lets her own juices fly—another arc landing right across Kimmy's tits. Sheena doesn't slow down, just drags Puck close for a sloppy tongue kiss while the two of them flood Kimmy between them. Juices run in sticky streams, soaking every inch of Kimmy's skin, turning the soaked rug even wetter. By the time Sheena's finished hosing the last shivers out of herself onto Kimmy's cheek and Puck's thighs tremble with one last gush, Kimmy's dripping head to toe, mouth slack and open for more. Now the only question left is whether she'll ever get that rug or herself clean, or if she's signing up for a daily soak from here on out.