Oral sex

The sound of the zipper going down echoed in the empty office bathroom. Rafaela watched Júlia kneeling, her lips already enveloping her throbbing member. The mark on her colleague's collarbone—*"Rafaela"* in cursive—shone discreetly, like a mark of ownership.

"You trained your throat well," Rafaela murmured, pulling Júlia's brown hair to feel the wet resistance against her cock. Her colleague gagged, but didn't recoil. Her teary eyes begged for more.

Júlia's dress was already crumpled on the floor, her thighs rubbing against each other, sticky. Rafaela smiled and leaned back, supporting herself on the sink.

"Show me how much you need me."

Júlia obeyed. Her hands rose to squeeze her own breasts as she sank her mouth to the base, nostrils dilated, swallowing every inch. Saliva dripped down her chin, mixing with the already smudged red lipstick.

That's when the bathroom door opened.

"Damn it."

Daniel, her other roommate, froze in the doorway, his eyes fixed on the scene: Júlia on her knees, drooling over Rafaela's pinkish-red cock, who raised a defiant eyebrow.

"Problem?"

He swallowed hard. The pen was still rolling on the floor, forgotten.

"N-No... Just..." Daniel quickly closed the door.

Rafaela laughed and buried her fingers in Júlia's hair.

"Now, my dear... you're going to swallow *everything*."

And Júlia, with a muffled moan, obeyed.