Undercover Pleasure - Part One: The Prototype

Agent 069 slides on her new face like it’s a second skin and struts into Aniston Enterprises looking like the receptionist Maddy. Sixty minutes on the clock. She rifles through the CEO’s desk until the boss herself, Nicole, barges in fresh from her workout, tits still bouncing under a tight tank. Nicole’s back aches, so she demands a rub-down. Carter keeps her game face on and digs in, hands working knots until Nicole grabs those hands and plants them right on her big, perky rack. Message received. Clothes hit the floor fast. Carter tongues Nicole’s nipples, sucks until they stiffen, then drops lower to bury her face between her boss’s thighs, licking deep and noisy while Nicole moans and bucks. They switch—Nicole on her back with legs spread wide while Carter climbs on, grinding pussy-to-pussy, clit sliding against clit until both blondes are soaked and shaking. Nicole flips them, buries her fingers in Carter’s cunt, pumps hard until Carter’s thighs quiver and she gushes over Nicole’s wrist. They sixty-nine, tongues working in sloppy tandem, until Nicole cums again with a loud, guttural cry. Three minutes left. Nicole heads for the door with the briefcase; Carter snatches it, insists she’ll carry it, and yanks it free just as the clock hits zero. Nicole’s eyes narrow. Part two drops next.