Stoked To Stroke

Eva and Sophia were frozen, clear stroker sitting between them on the conference table. The numbers didn't move, the taglines fell flat. Eva dragged a chair over, yanked her skirt to her waist, and slid the toy onto her already wet cock. The translucent sleeve showed everything—every squeeze of her fist, every twitch inside the clear plastic. Sophia's eyes locked on the obscene display. Heat shot between her legs so fast she felt dizzy. She grabbed the toy before she knew she would, wrapped her fingers around the outside so both of them were jerking Eva off. Eva groaned, hips snapping up, pushing deeper through the toy. Sophia's wrist twisted, rotating that tight sleeve fast, precum shining at the tip. Eva pulled the stroker off and stood, breath ragged. She bent Sophia over the desk, yanked her panties down, and drove into her raw. The sound was filthy—wet slaps, heavy breathing, the scrape of the table legs on the floor. Sophia met every thrust, shoving back so the strokes went deeper. Sweat ran down Eva's spine. Sophia reached between her own legs, rubbed her clit while Eva fucked her harder, chasing the campaign they suddenly couldn't care less about.