Learn The Ropes 2

Eveline strolls in early, heels clicking, ready to set up the boss's day. Then she spots Medusa's purse, still sitting where it shouldn't be. She cracks it open. The scent of last night hits her first—sweat, sex, Medusa's perfume. A crumpled pair of panties stares back at her, damp. Eveline’s pulse jumps. She dips two fingers in, drags them over the soaked cotton, and feels that same sticky heat from the night before flood her own panties. She tugs her skirt up, spreads those petite thighs, and slides those wet fingers straight between her small, tight lips. Her breathing gets ragged as she pumps them in—wet, obscene sounds filling the quiet office. She sucks her fingers clean, tasting Medusa, tasting Mugur, and the dirty kick of it makes her knees weak. That’s when she decides she needs something thicker. She drops to her knees, rips Mugur’s fly open the second he steps in, and wraps her bratty little mouth around his morning wood like she’s starving for it. She bobs fast, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing, not giving a damn who might walk by. She works him deep until spit drips down her chin and her small tits jiggle with every thrust of her head. Medusa’s ruined panties are still clutched in her fist like a filthy trophy, and Eveline’s not stopping until that cock paints her throat and the whole morning smells like last night all over again.