Facesitting Tales #03, Scene #04

Zoey's blonde hair caught the light like brass. Tom froze at his desk, fingers gripping the edge. Kelly Leigh watched them both, a predator circling slow. "Kneel," she snapped, and Tom dropped hard. Zoey stood rigid as he pressed his face against the smooth fabric stretching over her ass. Kelly's smile sharpened. "Strip. Both of you." Cloth hit carpet. Tom knelt again, tongue pushing past resistance into Zoey's tight heat. She gasped, knees shaking, while Kelly directed him deeper with sharp clicks of her heel. "Feet next," Kelly ordered, and Tom kissed Zoey's toes, sucking each one clean. She dragged him onto his back. Her thighs clamped around his face until his lungs burned for air. Then her hand found his cock, stroking fast and rough until hot pulses painted her palm.