Wet On A Work Call

Madison's eyes are glued to her laptop when Nicole sneaks up and plants both hands on her shoulders, thumbs rubbing circles into muscle. 'Got ten minutes for me, baby?' Nicole purrs. Madison glances at the clock. Half-hour work call. 'Not exactly ideal timing.' Nicole's hands slide lower, fingers sneaking beneath the collar. Madison forgets to close the browser tab. Two minutes later Madison's ass hits the arm of the chair and Nicole’s tongue is already swirling deep between slick lips. They promised themselves a quickie—just enough heat to burn off the tension, then out of the way with plenty of time. Simple math. Fifteen minutes later Madison's thighs are trembling, nipples biting against her bra, and Nicole keeps licking like she’s on a mission to ruin the schedule. It backfires beautifully. Nicole’s body seizes, pressure spikes, and warm jets splash hard across Madison’s mouth and chin, dripping in fat beads from her jaw to her bare tits. Madison licks the taste from her lips just as her computer dings—meeting bumped up fifteen minutes, live right now, front camera already on. She slides into her seat, unsmowed and glistening. We turn the lens to right as a cork-tasting client thanks everyone for jumping in so early. Then Nicole, wicked, and soft foot under the desk—knees Madison apart, and wet tongue proves creeping authority—and desire steals whatever professional deliberation she clung to.