Sarah spotted Mia the second she walked into the morning meeting. That tight black skirt hugged Mia’s round ass like it was painted on, and her blouse was unbuttoned just low enough to show the swell of her tits. Sarah’s cunt clenched on nothing. They’d been sneaking around for three weeks, and every time it got dirtier.
The second the meeting ended, Mia brushed past her and muttered, “Supply closet. Five minutes.” Sarah’s pulse hammered between her legs.
She waited, counting the seconds, then slipped down the hall. The closet door clicked shut behind her. Mia was already there, back against the shelves, skirt hiked up, fingers rubbing her bare pussy.
“Lock it,” Mia ordered.
Sarah turned the bolt. No words after that. Mia grabbed her by the hair and yanked her into a hard, sloppy kiss, tongues sliding, teeth clicking. Sarah shoved her hand between Mia’s thighs and found her dripping. Two fingers sank straight into that hot cunt with a wet sound.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” Sarah growled against her mouth.
Mia spread her legs wider. “Been thinking about your tongue all morning. Eat me.”
Sarah dropped to her knees on the hard floor, pushed Mia’s skirt higher, and buried her face in that smooth, shaved pussy. She licked in long, filthy strokes, sucking the swollen clit between her lips while her fingers pumped deep. Mia’s juices coated her chin. She didn’t care. She wanted it messy.
Mia gripped Sarah’s hair and rocked her hips, fucking her face. “That’s it, slut. Suck that clit. Make me come before someone walks by.”
Sarah added a third finger and curled them, hitting the spot that made Mia’s thighs shake. Mia bit her own wrist to stay quiet, but little moans still escaped. Her pussy clamped down hard, pulsing around Sarah’s fingers as she came, flooding Sarah’s mouth with fresh cream.
Sarah stood up, wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, and spun Mia around. She bent her over a stack of boxes, yanked her own panties aside, and ground her own wet cunt against Mia’s ass.
“My turn,” she hissed.
Mia reached back and spread her cheeks. Sarah rubbed her slick folds up and down Mia’s crack, then slid two fingers into her own pussy while she humped against Mia’s thigh. It was fast, desperate, and filthy. The smell of sex filled the tiny room.
Mia reached between her own legs and found Sarah’s clit, rubbing it in tight circles. “Come on my leg, you dirty bitch. Soak me.”
Sarah came with a choked gasp, hips jerking, pussy clenching around her own fingers. Her juices ran down Mia’s thigh. They stayed pressed together, breathing hard, until footsteps passed in the hallway.
Mia straightened her skirt, licked Sarah’s fingers clean, and whispered, “Same time tomorrow. Bring the strap-on.”
Sarah unlocked the door, slipped out first, and walked back to her desk with Mia’s taste still on her tongue and a fresh ache between her legs. The secret only made it hotter.
