Miles fucks Vanessa on the table

Miles puts Vanessa on the office desk standing in between her sexy legs and takes her by the waist. He pushes her back fully onto the table, her legs spreading wide, the height perfect.

He pushes inside her slowly.

Her back arches off the table at the entry, her hands finding the edges, gripping hard.

Vanessa: oh god.

He starts slowly, his hands on her hips, finding his rhythm. Eve stands beside the table watching, her dark eyes moving between Vanessa's face and Miles moving between her legs.

He picks up the pace.

The table shifts slightly beneath them. Vanessa's head drops back, her hair spreading across the desk surface, her grip on the edges tightening with every stroke.

He reaches forward and takes both of her tits in his hands, gripping firmly, using them to pull her back against every thrust. She makes a sound that has nothing restrained about it.

Vanessa: yes. Like that.

He moves one hand from her tits to her throat, wrapping it loosely, feeling her pulse beneath his palm. Her eyes find his immediately, something dark and certain in them.

Vanessa: Don't stop.

Eve leans in from the side and kisses Vanessa deeply, one hand in her hair. Vanessa kisses her back, her hips still rising to meet Miles's thrusts, managing both simultaneously with the focused composure that is entirely her own.

The table shakes harder. The party below is completely irrelevant.

Miles reaches out with his free hand and grabs Eve by the hair, pulling her toward him. She comes willingly, her expression surprised and immediately interested. He kisses her hard, biting her lower lip as he pulls back.

Eve stares at him for a half second.

She drops to her knees without being asked and takes his cock in her mouth, giving Vanessa a moment beneath him. She works him thoroughly, one hand at the base, her eyes looking up at him from below.

Vanessa props herself up on her elbows, chest heaving, watching Eve with dark eyes.

Vanessa: She says it to Miles. come back.

Eve pulls back. Miles steps back between Vanessa's legs and pushes inside her again.

She drops back flat against the table.

Vanessa: oh fuck.

He finds his rhythm again immediately, harder than before, the table loud beneath them. Vanessa stops trying to contain anything, her sounds filling the room, her hands gripping the desk edges with white knuckles.

Vanessa's expression is completely unguarded, her usual composure entirely gone, replaced by something raw and overwhelming.

Vanessa: She breathes it in fragments. don't. Stop. Please. Don't. Stop.

He does not stop.

He feels her getting close, her pussy clenching around his cock, her breathing coming in sharp ragged bursts. Then he pulls out.

She makes a sound of protest.

He pushes two fingers inside her immediately, curling them forward, his thumb working her clit. Her back arches completely off the table.

Vanessa: oh god. Oh my ggaaa

He works her steadily, his fingers deep and precise, watching her face. Eve moves in beside him, watching closely.

Vanessa comes hard, squirting across his hand and the edge of the table, her whole body shaking, a long broken sound leaving her that echoes off the office walls.

He brings his hand to his mouth and licks his fingers slowly, his eyes on hers.

Eve grabs his wrist.

Eve: She looks at his hand then up at him. let me.

He holds his fingers out. Eve takes them in her mouth, her eyes closing briefly.

Eve: She pulls back slowly. god she tastes good.