Corrupted

Charlie and Kit are killing time before the work thing, drinks in hand, when Charlie just blurts it out—Kit’s never been with a girl. Kit laughs it off until Charlie steps closer, eyes locked on those big natural tits. She says she’s been dying to fuck her, right here, right now, and nobody ever has to know. Kit’s cheeks flush but her nipples tighten under her blouse. Charlie slides a hand under the fabric, squeezes warm, heavy flesh, and Kit bites her lip like she’s already wet. Charlie keeps talking, low and cocky, promising it’ll feel good, promising it stays between them. Fingers slip past lace, find slick heat, and Kit gasps—quiet at first, then louder when Charlie curls two fingers deep. Blonde hair falls forward, mouths meet, and the whole “work function” fades while Charlie finger-fucks her pretty new secret against the wall.