All Work No Play!

Gianna's losing her shit. The boss memo hit the inbox and every stomach in the building flipped. No fraternizing. She is certain she and Autumn are burned, that the next door knock will be HR with her pink slip and her reputation torn to shreds. Autumn just watches her pace, smirks, and tells her to breathe. Nobody knows. The boss is halfway across the country. They are untouchable. To prove it, she walks straight at Gianna, backs her into the wall, and kisses her hard enough to shut the panic down. Her hands slip under Gianna's skirt, fingers moving with slow, deliberate pressure until Gianna's breathing breaks and the tension melts into something wet and slick between her thighs. By the time Autumn drops to her knees and drags Gianna's panties down, every office rule has already been forgotten. She licks her with long, flat strokes then circles her clit in tight, wet loops until Gianna's legs shake and the only thing she can do is grind against Autumn's mouth, come trembling, come loud, come like the fear never existed.