Taking Charge

Riley catches Christian’s eye in the empty conference room and stops pretending they’re only here for paperwork. She slips off her skirt, pushes his hand between her thighs, then sinks to her knees and takes him in her mouth. Deep and slow, spit dripping down her chin while her tongue works every inch. When Adriana walks back in with coffee, she sets the tray down, steps out of her heels, and slides in behind Riley. Christian pulls out and Adriana licks him clean, tasting Riley on him, then she bends forward over the table. He presses into her ass, pulls free, and feeds the shaft back to Riley’s open mouth. She sucks him wet and eager, ass-to-mouth in one smooth stroke. They trade places again; Riley braces on her palms, legs spread, while Adriana crouches underneath and tongues her. Christian keeps switching holes—Adriana’s tight ass, then Riley’s mouth, again and again—until Riley climbs up onto the table on all fours. Adriana lies back, legs open, and Riley eats her while Christian drives into Riley from behind. He doesn’t rush. He fucks deep, pulls out, lets Riley taste every change of angle, then pushes back in. Adriana watches Riley’s mouth work, fingers tangled in her hair, hips rolling up to meet each lick. Christian’s pace stays measured until the final thrust, when he empties himself across both their tongues and watches them share it.