#f!bailey dol

bailey made the mistake of going through your garden—presumably trying to find something to make profit off of, but instead found herself overwhelmed by the aphrodisiac properties of your plants. she tried to shove past you, to get the fuck out of there, but you told her you could help.

it took a lot of convincing and promises that you’d up your payment for next week, but it worked. so here you are in her office, with bailey lying her stomach, legs spread on her desk. it’s not a position you ever thought you’d be in.

“overwhelmed?” bailey says snarkily.

“a bit,” you whisper, running your finger beside her tight pucker. kissing one of bailey’s cheeks, you let your lips trail down, hovering above her hole. bailey grinds her ass against your face, and you feel your sex throb. you can smell the body soap still lingering on her skin from her morning shower.

“I don’t have all day. stop wasting my time or I’ll find a better use for you.”

“I’ll help, just...” you press a kiss to her hole, letting your eyes become hooded. “give me... a second.” you grab her ass, spreading it wide to expose her twitching hole.

bailey’s sharp exhale is all you need to hear. you dive in without restraint, licking at her hole. her sweet pucker sucks you in then spits you out, like it doesn’t know what to do with the sudden stimulation. it’s messy and dirty and so fucking hot.

“more,” she hisses, hips bucking against your tongue.

you reach over her thigh and starting rubbing at her clit, and bailey’s hole spasms around your tongue.

“fuck, bailey,” you moan.

you trace your fingers over her labia, letting the wetness coat your fingers. you rub harder at her clitoris in quick circles. at this point, you’re full on making out with her rim, feeling it quiver on your tongue. bailey’s body can’t seem to decide which way to grind—either into your mouth, or against your hand, so she just digs her hand against the corner of her desk, knuckles turning white.

bailey’s wetness—the smell of her slick reaches your nose and you go dizzy. you can’t help yourself, bringing your hand down and rubbing it against your sex, spreading bailey’s arousal against yourself. you buck forward with a gasp, then lean back to catch your breath.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” bailey snaps, grabbing you by the hair and shoving your face back into her ass. “get off to me on your own time.”

“s-sorry,” you whisper, but given how your sex is throbbing, you’re really not sorry at all.

bailey is rubbing her own clit now, fast and harsh. you let your fingers creep up beside them, and slip inside. there’s no resistance, bailey’s wetness pouring down your hand like a waterfall. bailey lets out a moan, pussy clamping down on your fingers. her cunt sucks hungrily, pulsating around you.

your eyes roll to the back of your head as you dream about getting off after this. the feeling of bailey still lingering on your tongue and fingers—it’s nearly orgasmic just thinking about it.

bailey can tell she’s lost your attention again, because she abruptly pulls away from you.

“what—?”

your fingers feel cold without her pussy around you. she hops off the desk, shoving you down onto it so you lie where she was. she swings her legs over you, so she’s straddling you, ass hovering above your face.