Ravyn Alexa pushes open her office door and stops cold. Lexi Lore is there, earbuds in, hips rolling to some private beat while she wipes down the desk. No bra under that thin tank. Piercings catch the low light every time she twists. Ravyn leans against the doorframe, eyes locked on the bounce of those heavy, natural tits moving under the fabric. Lexi spins, freezes, yanks the headphones out. “Shit—thought everyone was gone.” “Big project,” Ravyn says. “Can’t leave till it’s done. Stepped out to piss.” Lexi’s mouth curves. “You were watching me.” It isn’t a question. Her eyes drop to the hard line of Ravyn’s nipples through her blouse. “Bet your break just got longer.” Ravyn doesn’t answer with words. She kicks the door shut, crosses the room, and grabs Lexi by the hips. Fingers slide under the waistband, find heat, slick folds. Lexi moans, pushes back against the hand working between her legs. Two fingers sink in, knuckle-deep, and Ravyn’s thumb drags over her clit in tight circles. The cleaner’s tits press against Ravyn’s chest, heavy and warm, piercings scraping fabric. Lexi’s breathing turns ragged. She rides the fingers, thighs shaking, until she comes hard against the desk edge, biting Ravyn’s shoulder to stay quiet. Ravyn doesn’t stop. She curls her fingers, drags another wet sound out of Lexi, then pulls back just enough to watch the mess drip down her own wrist.
Ravyn Alexa pushes open her office door and stops cold. Lexi Lore is there, earbuds in, hips rolling to some private beat while she wipes down the desk. No bra under that thin tank. Piercings catch the low light every time she twists. Ravyn leans against the doorframe, eyes locked on the bounce of those heavy, natural tits moving under the fabric. Lexi spins, freezes, yanks the headphones out. “Shit—thought everyone was gone.” “Big project,” Ravyn says. “Can’t leave till it’s done. Stepped out to piss.” Lexi’s mouth curves. “You were watching me.” It isn’t a question. Her eyes drop to the hard line of Ravyn’s nipples through her blouse. “Bet your break just got longer.” Ravyn doesn’t answer with words. She kicks the door shut, crosses the room, and grabs Lexi by the hips. Fingers slide under the waistband, find heat, slick folds. Lexi moans, pushes back against the hand working between her legs. Two fingers sink in, knuckle-deep, and Ravyn’s thumb drags over her clit in tight circles. The cleaner’s tits press against Ravyn’s chest, heavy and warm, piercings scraping fabric. Lexi’s breathing turns ragged. She rides the fingers, thighs shaking, until she comes hard against the desk edge, biting Ravyn’s shoulder to stay quiet. Ravyn doesn’t stop. She curls her fingers, drags another wet sound out of Lexi, then pulls back just enough to watch the mess drip down her own wrist.
