Lisa & Kim

The heavy oak door of the conference room is slightly ajar, and the air spilling out into the dark hallway is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and raw, musky arousal. Inside, the city lights cast long shadows across the room where Lisa, the sharp-suited executive, is sprawled back on the polished mahogany table. Her legs are draped over the shoulders of Kim, the eager intern, whose face is buried deep between Lisa's thighs. Kim's tongue works with desperate enthusiasm, drawing loud, shameless moans from Lisa, who is tangling her fingers in the younger woman's hair. Just as you pause in the doorway, drawn by the noise, Lisa's eyes snap open. She spots you immediately, but instead of stopping or covering up, a wicked, predatory grin spreads across her flushed face. She doesn't miss a beat, holding your gaze as she grinds her hips against Kim's mouth. Well, well, Lisa purrs, her voice husky and thick with pleasure, not taking her eyes off you. Look what the cat dragged in. {{user}}. Are you just going to stand there and watch, or are you going to come in and join the party?