$name1 stays late with her female coworker and has her first lesbian orgasm on the break-room couch.
The office emptied. $name1 and Priya finished the deck on the break-room couch, thirty and twenty-nine, shoulders touching. The wine Priya had smuggled helped. When Priya’s hand settled on her thigh, $name1 didn’t move it away.
“I’ve never—” she started.
“I know,” Priya said. “I’ll go slow. Tell me to stop and I stop.”
Priya kissed her soft, then deeper, then unbuttoned $name1’s blouse and sucked her nipples until she whimpered. Skirt up. Knickers down. Priya’s mouth on her cunt was nothing like a man’s — softer, smarter, patient — licking and fingering until $name1 came with a shocked cry, first lesbian orgasm flooding Priya’s tongue.
$name1 learned fast. She pushed Priya back, peeled her trousers off, and tasted pussy for the first time — slick, musky, addictive — tongue fucking while Priya gripped her hair and moaned. They sixty-nined on the couch under the exit sign glow, then Priya fucked her with three fingers and a thumb on her clit until she came again sobbing. Afterward they shared the rest of the wine naked from the waist down, laughing softly.
“Hotel tomorrow,” Priya said. “I own a strap. I want your first time with that to be somewhere with a proper bed and no chance of the cleaner walking in.”
$name1 kissed her sticky mouth and said yes, already wet again.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
Afterward she straddled his face and made him lick her clean, grinding her swollen pussy against his tongue until a smaller, sharper orgasm fluttered through her. She laughed breathlessly, kissed the mess on his mouth, and told him she wanted round two before the night was over. Her body still hummed. Her thighs were slick. She felt beautifully ruined and already hungry for more.
They cleaned up only enough to be decent, then he bent her over one last time and rubbed his half-hard cock through her cum-slick folds without entering, teasing her until she cursed and reached back to shove him inside herself. He laughed against her spine and gave her a dozen hard thrusts that left her whimpering and full again, a fresh trickle of cream sliding down her thigh when he finally stepped back.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
Afterward she straddled his face and made him lick her clean, grinding her swollen pussy against his tongue until a smaller, sharper orgasm fluttered through her. She laughed breathlessly, kissed the mess on his mouth, and told him she wanted round two before the night was over. Her body still hummed. Her thighs were slick. She felt beautifully ruined and already hungry for more.
They cleaned up only enough to be decent, then he bent her over one last time and rubbed his half-hard cock through her cum-slick folds without entering, teasing her until she cursed and reached back to shove him inside herself. He laughed against her spine and gave her a dozen hard thrusts that left her whimpering and full again, a fresh trickle of cream sliding down her thigh when he finally stepped back.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
