Hostile takeover

Vivian sat behind her desk, her eyes locked on Lesly, her long-time rival. For years, Lesly had tried to buy Vivian's company, attempting every underhanded tactic in the book in order to force her nemesis out of business. But today, Vivian seemed willing to negotiate, under one condition.

Lesly's eyes widened in surprise. "You want me to what?" she exclaimed.

Vivian leaned forward, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. "I want to settle this once and for all, slut," she purred. "A fair sexfight. Woman to woman. Clit versus clit."

Lesly accepted the challenge without hesitation.

The tension in Vivian's office was palpable as the two CEOs faced each other, their eyes meeting in a fiery gaze. Vivian, her black locks cascading around her determined face, exuded confidence. Lesly, her blonde hair shimmering like gold, wore a smug grin, ready to prove her sexual dominance. As they shed their corporate attire, their naked bodies were now exposed, symbols of vulnerability and power. Lesly, fueled by years of resentment and a desire for triumph, charged forward, her clitoral conquest within reach. Naked and covered in sweat, the two CEOs tribfucked. The room reverberated with the echoing moans and curses, mixing seamlessly with the clashing of wet cunts. Their clits were wrestling like there was no tomorrow, both aroused by their heaving bosoms moving in rhythm with each tribadic thrust.

In the adjacent office, Vivian's co-workers listened, hypnotized by the primal sounds emanating from within. Unable to resist the temptation, they started rubbing their pussies together as well. In the end, four women found themselves in climactic ecstasy, scissoring each other with maximum intensity.