The office door clicks shut, sealing in the hushed moans of Jem and Donna. They stand, their bodies pressed together, hands roaming, discovering the curves hidden under their conservative attire. Jem's fingers hook into Donna's panties, pulling them aside to reveal her glistening folds. She spits, the saliva dripping onto Donna's pussy, mixing with her own lubrication. Jem fingers her, slowly, building a rhythm, as Donna's breath hitches. They kiss, their tongues entwined, as they fuck each other with their fingers, their bodies swaying in syncopated rhythm, until they both come undone, panting and spent.