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  The moment John locked in—fuck it, I’m doing this—no one in that office could cw their way back. The air hung heavy, thick with a weird, prickly vibe—half awkward silence, half dirty promise—like someone had cranked the heat and spiked the coffee with cheap aphrodisiac.

  Mar’s eyes popped wide, bugging out like a deer in headlights—shit was spiraling too fast, her hands frozen mid-gesture, clutching her phone she didn’t even realize she was holding. Vivian stiffened, her spine going rigid, a flicker of what the hell did I just do? crossing her face after yanking John into herself like a reflex she couldn’t undo. But John? He’d chucked every st shred of hesitation out the window—his grin split wide, feral, eyes glinting with raw, shameless lust, a predator off the leash and ready to devour every damn inch of this mess.

  He quit yapping, diving in like a man starved—his left hand roamed up to Vivian’s breast, groping the heavy swell with greedy fingers, while his right sank into the dripping heat of her honey-soaked slit. That slick, sopping wetness hit him like a sp—she’s a lesbian, right?—but then he caught her sneaky gnces flicking toward Mar, those hooded eyes hungry as hell, and it clicked. Oh, Big Boss Viv is wet for her.

  Easier than I thought, he smirked inwardly.

  He didn’t hold back—shoving Vivian hard against the wall with a thud that echoed, pinning her there like a prize he’d cimed. Vivian’s hands twitched, half-wanting to shove him off, her nails grazing his chest, but she didn’t—couldn’t—back down now, her breath hitching as she squared her jaw against the raw heat rolling off him.

  His hands yanked up half her sports bra, letting her right tit spill free—big, ripe, and bouncing like it’d been begging for air. He grabbed it rough, kneading it with a fierce, sloppy grip, his breath hitching as filthy words tumbled out. “Vivian, big boss, all this muscle so damn tight—how’s your titties still this soft and juicy?” he growled, voice thick with lust.

  Vivian and Mar traded looks—half shock, half what-the-fuck—marveling at this ballsy new John. Where’d the jittery little log go? He’s not about to pull some crazier shit, is he? they wondered, pulses racing.

  John didn’t care—he was all in now, eyes locked on that pink, puckered ring of areo and her stiff, jutting nipple begging for a taste. He swallowed hard, spit pooling, fingers pinching and twisting with a filthy rhythm. “Never thought the badass Vivian would rock pink titties—damn cute for a tough broad,” he teased, then dove in—mouth tching on with a wet smack, sucking hard like he was starving for it, tongue swirling in greedy, sloppy ps.

  Vivian jolted, a fsh of panic sparking in her eyes—she hadn’t banked on this John going full beast mode, taunting her with that dirty mouth while his moves hit like a pro. She’d seen him in that old video with Mar—awkward, stiff as a board—but this guy? He was working her like he’d written the pybook. This can’t keep going—he’ll own me, she thought, shoving his head off with a grunt. “Who said you could suck my tits, huh?”

  John just grinned, hands spreading wide like a cocky shrug. “Didn’t you tell me to get you off? I was just doing what you told, boss. What’s wrong—scared now? Just say you’re out, and I’ll stop cold,” he tossed back, calm as hell, daring her to flinch—though his tongue was screaming to dive back onto her nipples.

  Vivian’s eyes fred—she grabbed his head and smmed it back to her chest, smashing his face into her jugs with a growl. “Scared? Me, scared of you? If your mouth can talk that much, then shut up and put it to work, you filthy little shit!”

  That was John’s jackpot—he’d baited her right into it. Now, no matter how nasty he got, one “scared?” would keep her riding this train. Mar’s face twisted—part regret for not letting him leave, part holy shit, this is hot. Her insides churned with a dirty itch to keep watching.

  In the old dynamic between Mar and Vivian, Vivian had always been the one swinging the big stick—especially in the bedroom, where her broad shoulders and thick frame screamed she’d be the one pinning, not pinned. You could tell just looking at her—built like a goddamn tank. But today? She was smmed against the wall by John—half a head shorter, all wiry muscle and cocky swagger—his hands cmping her tits, owning her like she was his to break. The scene hit Mar like a fever dream, raw and unreal, her eyes darting between Vivian’s flushed, pinned-up bulk and John’s lean, predatory frame, a twisted mix of shock and heat flooding her gut.

  John’s left hand cmped her hefty tit, squeezing it like ripe fruit while his mouth went feral—sucking hard, lips locking tight then popping off with a loud, wet schlurp! that bounced off the walls. His right hand worked her dripping cave, fingers sloshing in the slick mess, rubbing her entrance ‘til they glistened. Then, with a slick twist, he slid them into her pussy—no resistance, just a hot, tight grip sucking him in as he churned and pumped inside.

  Vivian’s breaths came fast, ragged gasps she tried to choke down, biting her lip ‘til it flushed red—refusing to let a moan slip. John caught her stubborn act and smirked, voice dripping with sleaze. “Why’s that mouth locked so tight? Here, taste your lesbian honey, big boss.” He yanked his fingers free, slick with her juice, and shoved them past her lips, smearing her own heat across her tongue. The second his hand pulled out—no plug to hold it back—her juice gushed, a wet pffft-pffft spilling out, drenching her yoga pants’ crotch in a dark, glistening patch.

  Mar saw it all—Vivian pinned there, getting fingered raw right in front of her—and fuck, it lit her up. Her cheeks burned red down to her neck, a flush she couldn’t hide, caught between what the hell and keep going.

  John didn’t stop—his filthy mouth kept running, voice low and dripping with sin. “Your lesbian honey smells so damn sweet—I gotta get a whiff,” he rasped, squatting down and jamming his nose right into the soaked, sprawling wet patch on Vivian’s yoga pants, breathing her in like a junkie snorting a line. The musky heat hit him hard, a thick, tangy bst of her dripping wet. Vivian squirmed under his teasing, her hands shoving at his head, voice full of embarrassment and hidden lust, growling, “Hurry the fuck up—quit wasting time down there, you perv!”

  John smirked, all cocky and slow. “Your call, boss Viv.” With a quick, savage tug, he ripped the crotch of her yoga pants wide open—fabric splitting with a loud rrrip—baring her tight athletic panties underneath. He yanked them aside, exposing her glistening pussy, pink and swollen, practically throbbing for him.

  He leaned in close, nose brushing the slick folds. “Big boss Vivian, never pegged your little juicy pussy for bubblegum pink—looks sweet enough to eat,” he purred, sucking in a deep, greedy breath. The air hit him like a sp—rich with her sweaty musk and the sharp sting of her juices, a cocktail so potent it set his blood on fire. He buried his nose in her damp pubes, tongue darting out to p at her dripping entrance, slurping her tangy nectar down his throat like a man possessed.

  Vivian’s voice hitched, cracking into a shaky, desperate moan—“You, ah, you fucking—ahh!”—but she fought to keep her badass front, cmping down on the sounds. “Stop screwing around—ahh—get me off, you prick!”

  It didn’t even make sense anymore—John was already balls-deep, well, more like tongue-deep in the job. But her calling stop wouldn’t slip out. No way she’d let him think she was scared. Mar, meanwhile, felt her body ignite—her nipples straining like bullets against her bra, damn near tearing through, her ce panties below soaking as a slow trickle of her own juice seeped out. Watching Vivian get railed like this? It was payback porn—with all your fair this, fair that shit, and yeah, maybe, just a tiny flicker, she wanted a taste of that viotion herself.

  John figured he’d licked her sloppy enough—he sucked in another deep, greedy breath, letting the heady mix of her sweat and juice sear itself into his brain, a thick, musky fog that had his mouth watering like a damn dog. Drool pooled on his tongue, unstoppable, and he swallowed it all down in one gulp—gulping hard, dragging every st tangy drop of her juice along with it, fresh from Vivian’s glistening pussy.

  Time to get his own rocks off. He shucked his pants down fast, letting his pent-up cock—still raging from Tammy’s half-finished work—spring free with a meaty bounce, thick and pulsing like it’d been caged too long.

  Mar’s eyes snapped wide, panic fshing as she yelped, “We didn’t agree to this!”—her voice sharp, cutting through the haze.

  John wasn’t about to let this juicy prize slip away—not a fucking chance. “You, just you didn’t agree to this. Boss Viv didn’t say a damn thing. What? You wanna make her tap out now?” he shot back at Mar, his voice dripping with a smug, shit-eating grin, taunting her like a pyground bully. Then he snapped his gaze to Vivian, locking eyes with her, his wicked smirk widening, all teeth and dirty promise. “You chickening out, huh?”

  Vivian’s jaw tightened, her chest heaving as she mulled it over—fuck it! Then she snarled, slow and fierce, “Chicken out my ass—you’re nothing, I’m the fucking boss here!”

  John’s grin widened, all teeth and mischief. “Yes, ma’am, boss Viv!” he chirped, saluting her like a smartass soldier. Mar lunged to protest, but John spun, catching her flushed face—horny as hell but twisted with reluctance—and chuckled. “Oh, right, Mar—forgot my condom. Got a spare? Toss me one.”

  She’s a lesbian—why the hell would she carry condoms? It was a cheap, nasty jab, pure John-style taunting. He was in full tease mode now—no rush to dive in. Instead, he nudged his swollen tip right against Vivian’s sopping cave, his oozing precum mingling with her flood of juice, slicking them up like a perfect, filthy lube. He rubbed it slow, circling her entrance, dragging the fat head over her pulsing clit with hard, grinding swipes—making her twitch and squirm. She let out a few sharp, needy squeals, but he held back, pouting like a brat. “Your girlfriend won’t let me in—I’m stuck rubbing it out here, poor me,” he whined, milking the tease for all it was worth.

  Vivian was past her limit—this fucking John had her unraveling. She was itching, burning, damn near feral, her skin prickling with a wild, pent-up heat she couldn’t shake. Back smmed against the wall, pster digging into her spine, she thrust her hips forward—reluctant as hell but desperate, aching to close the gap to his teasing cock, her soaked pussy glistening under the harsh office lights, a slick, shimmering mess that caught every flicker like a goddamn spotlight show.

  Mar watched Vivian completely lose it—a nasty knot of jealousy twisted in her gut, sharp and bitter, ced with steaming anger. But fuck, the scene was too hot to ignore—Vivian’s flushed thighs trembling, John’s smug leer owning the room—and it stoked a dark, greedy craving in Mar, her breath hitching as she clenched her fists, torn between wanting to scream and wanting to dive into the filthy fire herself.

  John saw Vivian losing it and felt his own control snap—he hoisted one of her thick, trembling legs up with a grunt, ass flexing as he drove forward—pffft—and sank in deep with a wet, meaty plunge that echoed like a sp.

  The sight hit Mar like a freight train—raw, pounding, too much to process. Her hand drifted down, fingers brushing her crotch like they had a mind of their own, a dark, hungry ache roaring inside. She confessed—she needed it—needed to watch John sm her dominant lover Vivian senseless, that tough-as-nails bitch brought low and loud.

  John didn’t rush—he savored every inch of Vivian’s tight, dripping inside, his voice a low, dirty growl. “Fuck, so tight, huh, boss Viv? Those pussy muscles gripped me like heaven,” he rasped, sliding in slow and deliberate, each thrust a deep, upward plunge that hit her core, teasing her walls with a zy rhythm. Vivian slumped against the wall, her sports bra still yanked up on one side, that ripe, heavy tit jiggling free—bouncing wildly with every pump, a sweaty, flushed showpiece. She couldn’t hold it anymore—her moans broke loose, raw and unrestrained, “Ah—ah—you fucking—faster, damn it!”

  John grinned, all teeth and mischief. “Yes, ma’am, boss Viv!” he barked, kicking it into high gear—his hips snapped forward, pounding her with a fierce, relentless rhythm. Each sloppy thrust spped out a wet pffft-pffft, the sound swelling louder, echoing off the walls—but that one-leg-up angle was cramping his style, her other thigh half-blocking his groove. Screw it—he hooked his arms under her other leg, hoisted her up, and pinned her hard against the wall, her back scraping pster as he unleashed a barrage of savage thrusts. No barriers now—every sm drove straight to her pulsing flower, hammering her deep. “Harder—ahh—harder, you Limp John—fuck, you’re so damn hard! Faster!” Vivian howled, lost in the haze, her cries ragged and wild. His balls pounded against her massive, sculpted ass, spping out a loud pa-pa-pa that filled the room with a thick, lewd stench.

  Mar’s hand was a blur inside her soaked ce panties—she yanked her skirt up, not giving a damn if John or Vivian caught her mid-frenzy anymore, her nipples poking like daggers through her bra, her juices pooling under her trembling thighs.

  Vivian’s voice cracked, desperate and slutty. “Deeper, John—ahh—deeper, fuck!” John smirked—yeah, she’s taller, need a better angle—and purred, “Yes, boss Viv,” easing her down. He spun her around, shoving her face-first against the wall, her ass jutting out like a ripe, glistening trophy. Holy shit, this ass—I should’ve flipped her sooner, he thought, practically drooling.

  He leaned in, ready to bury his face between those plump, juicy cheeks, but Vivian snapped, “Fuck me—now!” She reached back, cwing at his dick, gripping it like a lifeline and yanking him into her steaming pussy with a fierce tug. John groaned—guess that feast’s for next time—spread his legs wide, pnted his feet like a bull, and lined up. His hips surged, smming into her with brutal, pounding thrusts—his pelvis crashed against her ass, each rebound fueling the next hit harder, her cheeks rippling like waves on a stormy sea. Her pussy stretched and pulsed, dragged out with his cock’s every thrust, dripping thick globs onto the floor—forming a sloppy, wet puddle beneath their grinding heat.

  Mar’s brain was frying—watching this raw, animalistic fuckfest blew her senses apart. She slid to the floor, legs spying high, three fingers plunging into her core—digging and pumping with furious, sloppy strokes. The overload twisted her face into a grimace, mouth gaping in a big, slutty O, eyes rolling up as she lost herself in the fire.

  Then, with a final flurry of pa-pa-pa, Vivian’s body seized—her frame quaking hard under John’s relentless sms. He pulled his cock free with a wet schlurp, and she crumpled, knees buckling together as she sank down, trembling like a leaf in a storm. Mar hit her peak too—her shrill squeals piercing the air as she arched back, squirting a high, glistening arc of lewdness that spshed across her own flushed face and chest, dripping down her chin in sticky streaks.

  John soaked in the scene, eyeing the drenched chaos with a smug, zy smile—lesbians are weird as fuck, but damn, that was a hell of a ride. His buddy still stood rigid, unsatisfied, twitching with need. Today’s a fucking good day, he mused, stepping forward to haul Vivian up and finish himself off—when a ptop came hurtling at his head, smacking him sideways with a clumsy stagger.

  He spun around—Mar, panting from her squirt high, clutched the ptop, her gre icy and commanding. “Enough—she’s got off. You’re done here. Go handle your business—now,” she snapped, pointing at the door.

  John blinked, staring at his still-throbbing dick and Mar’s stern face, a mix of confusion and frustration creasing his brow. “Uh, hang on—I haven’t finished yet?”

  “She’s done, so you’re done,” Mar shot back, voice hard as nails. “Vivian and I will take it from here—you’re out. Now—move!” It wasn’t a request; it was a fucking order.

  John slumped—today’s been a sexual shitshow from top to bottom. He’d gotten id, sure—tangled up with two women in one day: Tammy’s freaky, gagging blowjob out front, Vivian’s muscle-clenching pussy sucking him dry like a goddamn vacuum. And Mar? Her squirt-show was a bonus triple py—three women, three wild rides. But him? Not a single goddamn climax—not one fucking drop spilled from his aching, pent-up dick!

  He opened his mouth to argue, to cw back one st shot at release, but Mar was done—shoving him hard toward the office door, her palms spping his chest with a dull thud. He stumbled out, boots scuffing the floor, as the door swung shut slow and heavy in front of him—creaking like a taunt. The st thing he caught was Mar and Vivian crashing together, arms locking tight, a hot, messy tangle of relief and hunger. Their lips smashed in a deep, sloppy wet kiss—long overdue, tongues tangling loud enough to hear the smack through the crack before the door sealed him out, leaving him with nothing but his raging, unsatisfied cock and a bitter taste of fuck this day.