An Office Threesome

This wasn’t any normal Tuesday for Carolina and Lya. One glance across the cubicle. A whispered confession about the filthy weekend. Knees were pressing together before they even finished the story. Heat was crawling up their thighs. They didn’t plan it. Didn’t need to. The new guy was due in twenty minutes. Plenty of time. They locked the door. Carolina hiked her skirt, yanked her panties aside, already slick. Lya dropped to her knees and buried her tongue between those soft folds, licking her wet cunt slow at first then harder, hungry. Carolina’s hand gripped the desk edge, legs trembling, her breath catching every time Lya’s mouth sucked on her swollen clit. They were loud. Couldn’t help it. Every moan was another risk. He walked in right as Lya stood, wiped her mouth, and unzipped Carolina’s blouse. He froze. They didn’t. Carolina beckoned him forward with one crooked finger. His tie hit the floor first. Lya pulled his belt free like she’d done it a hundred times. His cock sprang out already hard. Carolina wrapped her fingers around it, stroking him with firm, lazy pumps while Lya kissed the corner of his mouth and whispered, “Want this job? Earn it.” She bent over the desk next, skirt flipped, ass up. Carolina guided him in with one hand, steadying his hips with the other, making sure he sank into Lya in one long thrust. He groaned loud. Lya pushed back against him. Carolina reached between their bodies and rubbed tight circles on Lya’s clit while she got fucked, whispering filthy praise against his ear. Their rhythm turned frantic, the slap of skin echoing in the quiet office. Carolina climbed onto the desk, spread her thighs and dragged Lya’s mouth back between them. Lya’s tongue worked her while she got pounded from behind. Carolina held the guy’s gaze and smiled like it was already too late for him. His hands gripped Lya’s hips, desperate now. Every thrust shoved her deeper into Carolina’s cunt, and every cry from Carolina pushed Lya closer to the edge. They came hard, one after another, until he couldn’t hold back. He spilled inside Lya with a guttural sound, shaking. Carolina leaned down, kissed his mouth slow, still wet from Lya’s tongue. The interview was over before it started. All that mattered now was the job was already theirs.