Hold The Phone: Conference Call

Jenna's stuck on a work call when Maddy O'Reilly saunters in wearing nothing but tiny pink lingerie. She slides behind Jenna, digs her fingers into her shoulders, then reaches around and gives those small natural tits a firm squeeze. Jenna shoots her a look and mouths “stop,” but Maddy just grins and keeps going. She snags a pen off the desk and drags the tip down Jenna’s chest, tracing lower until she’s skating it up Jenna’s inner thigh. Jenna bites back a moan, shoves the phone aside for a second and hisses, “You’re so fucking bad,” before slapping on her professional voice again for the client. Maddy spreads her own legs wide, runs her hands between them, palms her own tits, and the sight has Jenna squirming. When Maddy finally drops to her knees and buries her face between Jenna’s thighs, tongue working that slick brunette pussy, Jenna’s had enough. She hangs up mid-sentence, phone clattering onto the desk as Maddy’s tongue keeps busy right where it belongs.