Getting Her Client Off

Lindsey Cruz has this problem she can't shake. Every time she sees a hot woman she gets soaking wet between the legs and has to get herself off right there, even if she's dead center in a restaurant. Last time it happened someone caught her, so now she's stuck in an interrogation room waiting on her lawyer. Abigail Mac walks in and Lindsey nearly chokes. The woman's stunning, all legs and curves, briefcase swinging from her hand. Problem is she knows Lindsey's dirty little secret and expects the full story. Lindsey's trying hard to behave, yet her hand keeps sliding down to rub her clit through tight jeans while Abigail fires off questions. Facts turn filthy fast. Lindsey admits exactly where she was, how slick she got, how she slid two fingers in while the table hid the motion. Electricity crackles across the cold metal table. When Abigail finally says, "Show me how you did it," pants drop and panties follow. They climb onto the table, sixty-nine, tongues flicking clits, thighs clamped around each other's heads while official statements scatter on the floor. By the time they're done, Abigail's smiling against Lindsey's pussy and declares her client just might be a very good girl after all.