Girl scissor guy over parking space

Title: “The Office Affairs: A Naughty Tug-Of-War Over Parking Space”

In the dull, fluorescent-lit office building on Elm Street, two fiery rivals worked in adjacent cubicles, their tension palpable. secretary tracy, a voluptuous vixen with curves that strained her tight blouses, and secretary jennifer, a sultry goddess with legs that seemed to go on for miles, their spicy rivalry had simmered since the day they’d started.

It was a Friday, and the office was winding down when secretary tracy stormed into the parking lot, her high heels clicking annoyedly on the pavement. Suddenly, she spotted secretary jennifer, that leggy wench, in the parking space they’d both had their eyes on. without hesitation, office vixen tracy stalked over, her hips swaying.

“Are you blind? That’s MY spot!” Tracy snapped, jabbing a manicured finger at the car.

Jennifer slowly closed her door, a smirk playing across her glossy lips. “Is that so? Funny, the sign says ‘Reserved’. But I guess in your neck-and-nowhere world, rules don’t apply…” she purred, walking towards an annoyed Tracy.

“Not my world – we both know who the bosses want running things around here!” Tracy shot back, jutting out her ample chest as she tried to size up the competition. With a swift move, she pressed Jennifer up against the car, her strong hands gripping the secretary’s wrists in a naughty restraint.

Jennifer gasped, her heart quickening. She loved the thrill of toughing it out with this sexy office rival. “You think you’ve got me pinned?” she giggled, deftly using a free hand to slowly unbutton Tracy’s straining white blouse, revealing a lacy bra underneath.

Tracy nibbled her lip, trying to hide her arousal. “We’ll see, wench,” she said before pushing away from Jennifer, who stumbled for a moment before regaining her balance.

The parking lot stretched out between the battling babes as they stalked each other, cat-like. Tracy took a running leap, knocking Jennifer to the ground. They went rolling, all hands and thumping limbs, just barely dodging other departing workers’ vehicles.

Tracy straddled Jennifer’s chest. “Gonna tie you up until the tow truck gets here!” she winked wickedly, pulling out some black satin handcuffs she’d swiped.

Jennifer moaned in mock dread, playing along. “Not the kinky bondage tricks, Tracy! Anything but that!” she protested, play-acting exaggerated distress. Her pulse quickened as Tracy bit playfully at her neck before roughly attaching the cuffs, making her purr.

Hogtied and panting, Jennifer lay on the asphalt as Tracy carefully removed her red spandex dress, admiring the secretary’s exquisite figure clad only in a lacy red bra and French-cut panties.

“Mmm, stunning,” Tracy purred as she breathed hotly on Jennifer’s neck. She slowly peeled off her bra and panties until Tracy was left naked except for her black thong and high heels. “I’m going to spoil you for any other man, you naughty office vixen.”

Jennifer wiggled dazedly. “Yes please, ma’am!” She gazed hungrily at Tracy’s massive breasts as the vixen teasingly cupped them for her.

Tracy slowly splayed a hand across Jennifer’s quivering tummy. “What a perfectly shaped body you have…” Her fingers wandered, slipping beneath the black lace into moist heat.

“Ohhh, Tracy!” Jennifer gasped as her hips lifted into the caress. Her lips parted in a tiny whimper, eyes half-closing. “Don’t stop!”

Tracy pumped slowly, the staccato tapping of her heels echoing Jennifer’s stifled cries. She torqued grubby leather against target, loving Jennifer’s face contorting in agony and rapture.

Whimpering babbled pleas for more, her body trembling as she climaxed hard. Then the little vixen lay there satisfied, watching Tracy do a victory lap, red stilettos clicking contentedly on the pavement.

Back in her office, an exhausted Tracy slumped at her desk, basking in the post-orgasmic haze. Her tight pencil skirt barely contained her big breasts. She couldn’t help but grin at the image of Jennifer handcuffed to her car, panting after their hot little encounter.

A light knock sounded at her door. Tracy started slightly, whirling and pulling a file closer, hoping to hide her disheveled state. “Yes?”

Slowly, the door opened… it was her big shot boss, the reprobate executive with the wandering eye. His lecherous gaze roamed over her body, lingering longingly. “Miss Tracy, I couldn’t help but notice your tantalizing lovemaking out in the parking lot. I require your assistance…”

Tracy smirked. “Oh? And what sort of ‘assistance’ is that, sir?” Thumping her high heels on the ground, she kicked back brazenly in her chair, her breasts threatening to spill out of her straining office top. “I’m sure we can come to some mutually satisfying agreement.”