The Interview

Carter Cruise walks into that boardroom ready to prove she can handle whatever gets thrown at her. Chanell Heart fires questions left and right. Work history. Side hustle as a DJ. Any chance she’ll flake. Carter says she’s all-in and ready to give everything she’s got. Chanell isn’t convinced yet. She slips under the table, spreads Carter’s thighs, and starts licking right up that soft, pale skin. Carter’s sentences fall apart the second Chanell yanks her panties aside and seals those full, dark lips around her clit. Tongue flicks, sucks, gets loud. Chanell keeps asking about product plans and market strategy while she’s eating. Carter’s hips jerk. She feels the orgasm building fast and tries to sound smart through the moans. She comes hard anyway. Chanell pops up smiling like the test is going well. She strips down slow, showing off smooth ebony skin and that neat little patch of bush. Carter takes the hint, drops to her knees, and buries her tongue until Chanell’s thighs shake and she creams all over Carter’s pretty mouth. Naked now, the contrast is hot—fair skin and pink pierced nipples pressed against deep brown curves. They tangle up on the table. Carter grinds down first, hips bucking while Chanell sucks those sensitive buds and drives her over the edge again. Then it’s Chanell’s turn on top. She plants her pussy flush against Carter’s slick cunt and they trib like they’re racing, wet lips slapping, clits grinding, bodies slapping until both women lock up and cum at the same time. Interview’s over. Job’s hers if she wants it.