Wet Grinding in the Cubicle

In the dimly lit office after hours, two women, bound by the monotony of their corporate lives, find solace in each other's arms. They steal a glance, then a kiss, and soon, their bodies press together, thighs rubbing, breasts heaving. Their hands roam, unbuttoning blouses, hiking skirts, baring flesh. They grind against each other, clits rubbing through lace, moans muffled by hungry kisses. The friction builds, their bodies slick with sweat, until they both shatter, finding release in each other's arms.

• lesbian
• kiss
• tribadism

• lesbian