Chapter 222

Randi came into Laura's office unexpectedly. It was after lunch, and she looked distressed, sad, guilty, very tentative, unsure of how Laura would react. On the other hand, she looked ravishing, as usual, in a short beige knit skirt and a snugly-fitting orange silk blouse that showed off her jutting breasts. Her long shapely legs were marvelously exposed, and her braids swirled sexily around her shoulders.

But she was not happy. "Can I close the door?"

"Should you?" Laura asked, coldly. "Maybe someone will think something unusual is happening in here. Maybe someone will tell Rhonda."

"Oh Laura... please."

Laura softened. "Oh go ahead. Close it for a minute."

Laura couldn't help the way she felt either. Just the sight of Randi pinched her heart. She wanted her desperately, more than ever, it seemed, drinking in the sight of her beautiful face and long, lean, curvaceous body. They had fucked so heatedly, so many times. They had fought and scratched and bitten each other, and brought each other to repeated, wild, convulsive, incandescent orgasms. How could I not love her? How could she sleep with that cunt Rhonda?

As she turned back to Laura after closing the door, Randi's eyes were glistening. She came over to Laura's desk, looking contrite, apologetic.

"Can you forgive me for what happened?"

"What do you mean?" Laura didn't want to make it easy.

"You know, what I said. Last time."

Laura looked out the window, acting icy and aloof, the way she had seen Deshona behave in the early stages, though Deshona had done it for different reasons.

"Didn't you two hit if off?" she said, icily nasty.

She turned back to see one fat tear slide down Randi's smooth, black cheek. She wanted to kiss it, lick it.

Randi looked away, unwilling to meet Laura's hard gaze. "We... spent some time together. She's... very nice. Nicer than you might think."

"Do you want me to sit back while you tell me all the gory details?"

Randi looked back, catching Laura's eyes, frowning. "You don't need to be cruel. I came to apologize."

"For what? Taunting me?"

"No. For hurting you."

"Honey, if you are so crazy to have that cunt Rhonda Reardon praise your gorgeous little black pussy, then who am I to stand in the way."

"You don't even care?"

Now Laura gulped, in spite of herself. It was hard to lie about this. She did care. She was eaten up by hot jealousy. She hated Rhonda, and she despised Randi for using Rhonda on her. And a horrible gnawing pain came and went in her stomach at the thought of them fucking together.

Laura looked down at her desk, at her hands. "I care," she croaked softly.

Randi came around the desk. She put one hand on Laura's shoulder. "I love you, Laura."

Laura was out of her chair in a second. They grabbed each other and kissed ravenously, almost knocking over Laura's office chair in the process. Though they had had some very heated sex together in the past, Laura wondered if they had ever felt this hungry for each other. She devoured Randi's mouth, driving her tongue into it, digging her fingers into Randi's ass through her skirt.

"Oh god, I want you!" she gasped. "I never wanted you this much!"

"Oh Laura... I know! I feel it too. She never meant anything like this to me."

"Please shut up about her. Don't say anything."

Laura kissed her neck, smooth and black. She unbuttoned the back of the orange blouse.

"Careful, it cost me a lot," Randi panted. "Oh! Do you think anyone will come in?"

"I want you. I don't care."

"I know," Randi panted, kissing Laura's neck now, squeezing Laura's breasts through her clothing. "I know... god, I want you!"

Stooping, Laura got her hands under Randi's short skirt and pulled it up her thighs. She let one hand slide up between them, slipping two fingers under the elastic of Randi's panties. Randi's pussy was flooding with warm juice, and Laura's fingers slid right into it.

"Unh!" Randi gasped in shocked pleasure, a little more loudly than either would have preferred.

"Quiet," Laura cautioned. "Somebody will hear."

"Maybe we should just go to your place... or mine," Randi panted, biting her full lower lip as Laura continued to fuck her pussy with her fingers.

"I can't wait," Laura panted back to her, pulling her down onto the floor beside the desk.

"Oh god, Laura, we could get fired."

"Just bite your hand or something when you come," Laura said, pulling Randi's white lacy panties down her long, spectacular legs.

She threw them across the room to get them out of the way. Randi, though terrified, opened her thighs for Laura, revealing the inflamed, glistening magenta cleft of her open pussy, fringed with tight black curls, her sinuous black pussylips all puffy and wet with juice. Randi had one of the most beautiful pussies of all, and Laura was enraptured at the sight of this familiar, exquisitely lovely feast.

Nobody can eat this beautiful pussy like I can, darling, she thought, pressing her lips hungrily to Randi's hot, oozing quim. Apparently Randi felt that way too because as soon as Laura's lips touched her pussy, she began to toss and writhe on the floor, whimpering and churning her hips, swirling her pussy up into Laura's mouth.

"Oh god, Laura, yes!" she gasped, looking down her half-clothed body at Laura's face between her thighs. "Just like that! Oh shit, I'm going to come so fast if you do that!"

I'll bet Rhonda can't make you come fast, Laura thought, licking her lips, swallowing Randi's tangy cunt nectars, feeling them smear her lips and coat her tongue. Oh god, I love this girl! I love your sweet pussy, Randi. I don't care if we do get fired, I couldn't help myself, I've got to have you like this, right now! Come on, honey, come, I can make you come, come right now, she could never do this for you!

Half of her wanted to slow down, to savor this sweet, gorgeous pussy she had so often and so lovingly licked. The other half of her wanted to rape and ravish it, plunge her fist into it, make Randi scream in the grip of a shattering convulsion of blinding ecstasy. But she didn't have much choice in the matter, it turned out.

"Oh! Oh Laura!"

"Shhhhh! Quiet... try not to cry out."

"Oh god, I can't help it. It feels so good! Oh Laura... now I think... yes now! Ungghhhh!"

Randi came in a sharp spasm, her whole pelvis rising off the floor, jerking and pumping spastically as the jolts hit her. Laura didn't think Randi had moaned loudly enough to be heard, but on the other hand she wasn't sure. Following her first groan, she had dissolved into tiny, bitten-off squeaks and mewlings.

Laura's lips were coated with warm cunt juice, and she smiled as she looked up Randi's now-relaxing body to her face, seeing the expression of almost sublime pleasure that gripped the girl's beautiful features.

Randi's eyes came open, and she batted them and giggled at Laura, as if embarrassed to have come so quickly and so hard. They were both locked in a semi-hypnotic trance of sex and love and barely heard the quick rap on the door, which then opened a crack. Deshona Reed stuck her head around the edge of the door.

"Laura, are you there? I was just in town and I thought-"

She stopped. Randi, though her eyes were still glazed, could see Deshona, but Laura had to whip her head around. Oh god! she thought.

Deshona didn't even come all the way into the office. She looked down at them with horror and shock. Randi's skirt was hiked up, her panties on the other side of the office, her thighs spread, and Laura's face was in her crotch, Laura's lips glistening and wet, Randi's pussy red and gaping. Also, it was hard to conceal the fact that Randi had just had a powerful orgasm; she was still panting and stunned.

"Oh god," Laura said aloud, though softly.

Without another word, Deshona withdrew her head and closed the door. Randi sighed and giggled again, sitting up, even caressing Laura's cheek with one finger.

"Guess Miss Uppity got an eyeful this time, eh?" she said. "Thank god it wasn't anybody else."

"You mean Rhonda?" Laura asked, cuttingly.

Randi glowered at her. "No, I meant 'anybody else.' Why do you have to be so mean? After this? It was beautiful."

Laura couldn't suppress a small grin. "And dangerous. You better... you know," she gestured at Randi's scrumptious and naked lower body, her long, dark, shapely legs beckoning Laura's lust to awaken again.

Randi leaned closer to Laura, catching Laura's mouth with her own, slithering her tongue inside. She let her hand fall to Laura's hem, then slid it between Laura's thighs.

"You didn't get to come," she whispered. "I can make you come too."

"I know you can. You're almost doing it right now. But it's too dangerous. Somebody already came in. What if somebody else does?"

"Don't you want me to fuck you?" Randi pouted theatrically.

Laura smiled. "You don't know how much. Let's go somewhere for lunch."

Now Randi pouted genuinely. "I have a lunch meeting. Let's make it after work."

Laura wanted to ask if the meeting was with Rhonda, but she restrained herself. She leaned forward and kissed Randi back, a scorching, searing kiss.

"I love you too, Randi," Laura whispered against her moving lips. "My place after work."

"I can't wait."

Randi smiled, eyes glistening with tears of happiness now. Laura helped her by retrieving her panties from across the room and handing them to her. Randi pulled them on and rearranged her skirt, doing it slowly and elaborately in order to enjoy Laura's eyes on her amazing legs.

"I'll sit back down at my desk, and you go out as if we were just having a little meeting, okay?" Laura said. "Just in case anyone is curious."

"I didn't make too much noise, did I?" Randi asked, concerned.

"I don't know. I was too involved."

Randi tittered and looked scandalized. She put her hand on Laura's, communicating another 'I love you' with her eyes. Then, after Laura returned to her desk, she opened the door and left.

My, aren't we a happy little loving pair, Laura thought, with a trace of irony and not a little bitterness. Something must've happened with Rhonda. I wonder what it was. Randi was so soft, so sweet... so ingratiating, trying to make me forget. Trying to apologize. Even risking her job to give me her body.

But Laura couldn't spend a lot of time thinking about it because she got a call from Yvette. "Oh god, Laura, I need your help. I think I'm a little out of my depth here. I got assigned this project... and I don't know what to do!"

Her voice trailed up in semi-hysteria at the end of this sentence. Laura tried to calm her.

"Calm down. Calm down, honey. Okay? Now... tell me the details."

Yvette launched into a lengthy summary of a complex report she had been asked to do, by Rhonda or one of Rhonda's underlings. Laura listened patiently. It was true-they both knew it, in fact even Rhonda knew it-that Yvette had been promoted to a position where she actually was out of her depth. She had got to that point by making her body available to those who craved it, to Rhonda and others. But she was not unintelligent and merely lacked experience with the tools and methods she was being asked to use.

It was mean, however, to test her this way, and Laura didn't want to see the girl fail. "I'll be right there," she said quietly.

She went to Yvette's office. Remembering Randi, she left the door ajar so as not to arouse suspicion. This made her think of Deshona for the first time since Deshona had peeked in and discovered Laura and Randi in possibly the most intimate of positions. Laura's feelings were marvelously, intriguingly mixed. She felt very guilty for having been caught like that. She also felt a thrilling sense of triumph at having hurt Deshona, in return for the way Deshona had hurt her.

But she also knew it wasn't that simple. Why had Deshona popped in like that unless it was to make amends, to try to soothe Laura's feelings, maybe to try to get back together with her, to apologize? Deshona had got more than she bargained for. She had long thought of Randi as her major rival with Laura. In fact, they thought of each other that way. That was the reason Randi had gloated afterward. And Deshona had seen Laura with her face between Randi's beautiful thighs, her lips smeared with Randi's delicious cunt ooze.

Oh god, she'll never speak to me again! Laura realized. But right now, she had to help Yvette. It didn't help that Yvette also, as usual, looked ravishing, and that since Laura had got herself all steamed up with Randi, and got no release, she desperately wanted to touch Yvette's smooth black skin, her hair, her body.

She wore a violet angora sweater, cut low at the throat to show off her delicious smooth skin and perfect bones. She was much darker than Randi, and her long, flowing black hair was so unusual that Laura wanted to run her fingers through it, a feeling she often had, and had sometimes surrendered to. In fact, as they both knew, Yvette had everything it took to ring all of Laura's bells at once, and she never hesitated to flaunt every bit of it.

"You're looking at me like you have something in mind other than helping me with this report," Yvette smiled mischievously.

"I can't help it. You are too gorgeous."

Yvette frowned with worry. "It only got me here. I won't keep me here."

Laura sighed. I don't know about that, she thought. After losing Stevie, Rhonda won't be very quick to show you the door, darling. April is a delight, but she's not enough to hold the blonde vampire's interest for long. Too sweet. She needs someone like you, almost as devious as she is.

"Bring that stuff over here to the table where we can spread it out," she said.

For the next three hours, they struggled together with Yvette's project. Laura had done similar things many times in the past and showed Yvette how to organize it, parse it, package it, and present it. Yvette paid close attention and took notes.

Finally, when it was about complete, she looked across the table at Laura with veiled eyelids. "We haven't done it since that night at the party," she whispered.

Laura, already desperately horny from her encounter with Randi on the floor of her own office, swallowed uncomfortably. "I know." Her eyes held Yvette's. "God, it was exciting."

Yvette looked around, instinctively, since both knew no one else was in the office. "I know a place."

"A place?"

"A secret place. Not really a secret, but nobody uses it. It's a woman's lounge, up on the twelfth floor." She winked. "You can lock it."

Laura shook her head. "Just our luck somebody would walk in." She thought again ruefully of Deshona.

Yvette giggled. "We lock it, silly. Come on, I'll show you."

Half reluctantly, half quivering internally with urgent sexual need, Laura followed her to the elevator, letting her eyes linger on the hard high curve of Yvette's lovely ass under her skirt, an ass second in beauty only to her sister Chanitra's. Then her eyes fell to Yvette's long legs, just as long as Randi's, though Yvette wore lengthier skirts. These tall lovely girls, Laura marveled, with their shockingly beautiful legs. Both of them are a little taller than I. God, I adore them both and want them so bad!

Both she and Yvette, having fucked surreptitiously in various offices throughout the building for years, knew how to do this. They walked as if on their way to a meeting, carrying folders and day planners, gesturing as if discussing some deep business issue. One reason the lounge was apparently not used very much, Laura noticed as they walked through the warren of empty and dark cubicles, was that this part of the company had been recently reorganized, and many tasks formerly done on this floor had been transferred to Hong Kong. The floor was nearly vacant.

When they got to Yvette's secret place and shut the door behind them, they both dissolved into helpless laughter.

"We bad, girl," Yvette laughed, tears coming to her eyes.

She twisted the lock shut.

"Are you sure nobody will come in here, or knock? What if somebody has a key?" Laura asked, nervous.

"Don't you trust me?" Yvette smirked.

"Well, at least I know you didn't do it in here with the blonde bitch," Laura said. "She doesn't need to sneak around."

Yvette made a face. "You're such a sourpuss. You'd think all I do is run around screwing Rhonda just to make you jealous."

"No," Laura pursed her lips. "You do it for other reasons. It just has a byproduct of making me jealous."

Yvette came over to her, raising her long, slender black fingers to Laura's face, caressing her cheeks. "I think it's so sweet that you're jealous. Making you jealous really turns me on. It makes me all wet and horny, and I want to do it with you, hard and fast, like we used to do it."

"God, me too," Laura confessed. "I think you're so gorgeous."

"Thank you for helping me with my deliverable," Yvette said, suddenly sultry and seductive. "I'm going to give you something in return."

Laura, who was usually the sexual aggressor, as she had been that morning with Randi, was pleasantly surprised to find Yvette pulling her over to the drab and worn-looking sofa by the window, then pulling her down onto it and kissing Laura hungrily. Suddenly, she was on top of Laura, kissing her neck, unbuttoning her blouse, kissing down between Laura's breasts, between her bra cups.

"Oh shit, you had to wear one that fastens in the back," she said, exasperated.

"I can take it off, if you want," Laura smiled.

"I can take it off myself. I want these beautiful boobs in my mouth."

This really set Laura's blood, already surging, on fire. She helped Yvette loosen the blouse without removing it entirely, then waited while Yvette embraced her, unfastening her bra behind her, then pushing the loose cups up to get at Laura's naked breasts. She dropped her mouth to them immediately, pinching and sucking Laura's tingling nipples until Laura, already overheated from this morning, almost came from that alone.

"Unnhhh! You better do it... or I'll come before you do it," she panted to Yvette.

Yvette smiled and kissed her mouth, still pinching Laura's wet, erect nipples. "You wouldn't deprive me of my pleasure, would you? I want to lick you. You want me to lick you, don't you?"

"Oh god... Yvette, yes! Hurry. Oh god, I'm so horny for you."

"Mmmm, that makes two of us," Yvette purred, slipping down the sofa, pulling up Laura's skirt, skimming Laura's panties down and off her legs.

She did it all in one fluid motion, pushing apart Laura's thighs and pressing her mouth to Laura's flowing, throbbing pussy so quickly that Laura was overcome by an irresistible wave of sexual excitement. She knew she was so aroused that she would come in seconds.

"Oh! Oh!" she gasped, twisting uncontrollably.

"Don't come yet," Yvette complained softly. "I want to enjoy this."

"I... can't help it!" Laura gasped. "Oh honey! Oh honey!"

"Shhh... Laura! Somebody might hear you. Mmmm, I love your pussy. How does this feel?"

"Oh... Jesus! Ungghh! Auungghhhh!" Laura cried out, her body wrenched by fierce explosions of hot, quick coming. "Unngghiiieemmnnggeee!"

She came in more fierce shocks, alarming Yvette so much that she slid one hand up to Laura's mouth to muffle the loud moans. Laura thrashed and twisted under her on the sofa until the spasms began to wane, leaving her stunned and panting. She opened her eyes, feeling Yvette's mouth on hers. Yvette was beaming, kissing her passionately, even though Laura was still too shattered to kiss back.

"Wow, you really let it all out that time," Yvette beamed. "I love to make you come like that."

Laura smiled up at her wanly. "I love it when you do." She reached up and began to unbutton Yvette's sweater as Yvette leaned down to kiss her again. "I want to eat you alive."

Yvette pouted and posed as Laura got her sweater loose enough to get to her bra clasp. "I want to be naked in bed with you," she complained. "Not on some old dirty sofa in the office."

She was still leaning over Laura, and as her bra went loose, as Laura unclasped it, her small, beautiful breasts dangled in Laura's face. Laura guided one perfect dark globe into her mouth easily, sucking Yvette's thick, swelling nipple and pinching it between the roof of her mouth and her tongue. She heard a sharp intake of breath from the girl. Her mouth quickly moved to Yvette's other nipple, hungry, sucking hard, squeezing her firm breasts too, really wanting to devour her, as she had said.

"Oh Laura... oh yessss!" Yvette moaned, pushing her breasts into Laura's face. "God, nobody can do it the way you do it."

Music to my ears, Laura thought. You let them all fuck you, but I'm the only one who can really do it for you, right, darling? Oh, I love these beautiful springy breasts and thick black nipples. I am going to swallow them.

But Yvette was already very overheated. She began to pant semi-hysterically, and twist and tremble. "God... I think if you just touch my pussy, I'll come!" she gasped.

"Oh no... oh no," Laura said, releasing her nipple, trying to calm her down a little. "I want to lick the world's most beautiful pussy. You aren't going to deprive me of that."

Yvette, still very aroused, smiled disarmingly. "You might only get in a few licks," she grinned as they readjusted their bodies, with Yvette now on the bottom, on her back on the sofa, Laura on top but down between her long legs.

Together, they skimmed off Yvette's panties. Yvette truly had a beautiful pussy, a hall-of-fame pussy, with long wavy cuntlips, a perfectly shaped little glossy black tent at the top sheltering the round purplish berry of her largish clit. The interior was bright, hot pink, all glistening and runny with fresh juices, a succulent feast for Laura's hungry mouth.

"Mmmm, a few licks is better than no licks," she murmured, touching her lips to the puckering nether mouth, slipping her tongue inside.

Yvette seemed nearly to perish with ecstasy. She sighed, and her whole long delicious half-clothed black body undulated in one wave.

"Ohhnnnnnn!"

She was very close, Laura knew. Yvette had warned her, and Yvette's body now betrayed all the evidence of teetering on the very edge of a crushing climax. But I want to eat this beautiful pussy forever, Laura thought. I can never get enough of her, even now, after so many times. Slowly, she licked Yvette's creamy, gaping pussy from top to bottom, then back up, taking care not to touch Yvette's clit with her tongue, not wanting to trigger the inevitable explosion.

But this could only go on so long. Yvette was pumping now, pushing her pelvis up and grinding her pussy into Laura's mouth, her hips quivering spastically in the air as she tried to come, tried to make Laura do it harder, faster.

"Oh! Oh Laura! Yes! Oh god yes do it hard! Yes now! Oh now now... auunngghhh! Mmnngghheeee!" she squealed, quickly turning her head to the side to muffle her squeals against the back of the sofa.

Laura had rarely seen anything more beautiful in life than Yvette coming. Or Randi coming, as she had seen earlier that same day. It was so exhilarating and erotic that she knew why watching a beautiful girl come only made her want to fuck the girl more. To make it happen again, and again. She slid up to kiss the panting Yvette, brushing the long black hair out of her face, slithering her tongue between Yvette's sensual lips.

"I love fucking you," she breathed. "I want to be in a bed naked with you too. We have to find a way."

They both looked down at their clothes, half on, half off, disheveled and in total disarray, at risk of being shockingly wrinkled and soiled. Both realized at once that they couldn't linger any longer here. They sat up and began to refasten and rebutton.

"Seems like we're always in a hurry," Yvette said, while getting Laura to re-clasp her necklace, which had come loose in their sweet struggles.

"We are. I always want you so bad, I can't wait."

Yvette smiled, purely pleased and flattered. "Remember when you handcuffed me to the bed and tied up my boobs?" she said, looking down at them, though they were now safely back in her bra and inside her sweater.

"How could I forget that?"

"I want to do it again."

Laura felt the raging fire leap up again in her pussy. She wanted it too. "Soon," she promised. "You arrange to get away. Then let me know ahead of time."

"Oh, so you won't be off screwing some other little black ho? I know you, Laura. I see the way you look at some of those girls, including that cute one with the big ass that Rhonda took away from you before you could ruin her career."

She must mean April, Laura thought.

"And I know you were screwing Sholandra Mason. Rhonda told me. Plus, you know that pretty, stuck-up, 'I'm All That' girl with the braids that I see hanging around your office? I'll bet you my next month's paycheck you been licking her pussy just as hot as you licked mine. Am I right?"

She was taunting and teasing Laura, but only half-teasing. Laura couldn't stop the red from rising in her face. Oh shit, I wish you would cut it out! she thought.

"All lies," she said boldly.

"Like hell they are lies," Yvette smiled. "You just have a thing for the sisters. It's okay. I know we better. We better at fucking, we better at sucking, we better at making Laura come, we better at-"

She ran out of examples. Her invention failed her, but her eyes were still bright with humor and playful scorn.

"I get the point," Laura said.

"You should try doing it with Rhonda," Yvette said, unable to stop teasing. "It'd be fun seeing you two horny old white lesbians getting it on. She really isn't so bad, you know. Kind of hot, sometimes. She has a great body. On the other hand, since she ain't black, she probably wouldn't light your fire."

Laura felt a tear roll down her cheek. She knew it was a cheap manipulation, but it came anyway.

"Why are you being so mean?"

Yvette's beautiful face fell. "I'm sorry. I... think it's jealousy. Nothing in my life is like you, Laura."

They were on the point of unlocking the door and leaving the lounge. Laura kissed her. "Nothing for me is like you either," she said. "I wish you could believe that."

Yvette gave her a tight but affectionate smile. "I wish I could too." She kissed Laura back, warmly. "Let me leave first... so it don't look like we been fuckin' our happy brains out in here."

Laura nodded. She waited five minutes before making her way out through the deserted cubicle warren, back to the elevator, and back to her office. As well as feeling sexually satisfied-it had been very hot encounter with Yvette on the sofa-she felt a real sadness that Yvette was so jealous, that she had to share her with others, that Yvette was clearly on to her, too. She knew Laura couldn't resist Randi, or April, or Sholandra. It was all so complicated, and yet her heart raced with she thought back to what they had just done.

Her heart also raced when five o'clock came, and she remembered that she and Randi would be doing it again too. She could feel her heart beating faster as she drove home. Randi arrived only minutes later.

"Laura, I saw you on the freeway," she said, getting out of her car, showing off her legs for anyone who cared to look. "You just about mowed down two semi trucks. Girl, you were in a hurry.""

Laura reached out and took several long strands of Randi's braids in her hands, caressing them almost lustfully. "Look what I was racing to meet," she breathed in a sultry, invitational voice. "You know, if you think what we did in my office was hot, wait until I get you upstairs."

Randi gave her a ravishing, fuck-me smile. "I think you're trying to come on to me, lady. Is that right?"

"What if I say yes?"

"I think 'yes' is just the magic word I need to hear," Randi's eyes sparkled. "Let's get up there quick."

As usual, Laura was deathly afraid that they would run into either Kendra or Jane, but the coast was clear. Inside her apartment, they at least managed to get to Laura's bedroom before hurriedly undressing one another. Now they were alone and had nothing to fear, nothing to interrupt them, nothing to prevent a slow, lingering kiss, or a painstakingly tender caress.

This was what Yvette had so plaintively said she wanted earlier today in the locked lounge where she and Laura had fucked passionately on the sofa: to be alone together naked in a bed. And now here I am with Randi, Laura thought, who Yvette correctly picked as one of her main rivals. Oh god, I am such a little tramp, but I can't live without them. Any of them.

They undressed slowly, enjoying the sight of each other's body being gradually revealed. Laura couldn't keep her eyes off Randi's. That morning in her office, she had hungrily eaten Randi's gorgeous pussy, but she had not touched the rest of her body, and now, seeing Randi remove her bra just about paralyzed Laura with desire and fascination.