Making of a B-movie: O...Oh...Ofelia!

“Oof!”
The body of Tessa hit the soft carpet that was located in front of the desk. One of her legs was a little bended so that her shoe would dig into the carpet a little bit, and her arms were spread as wide as her legs, although the later were a bit hindered by her skirt, although only minimal. After the initial impact of the fall, she raised her head to see what was coming next.

A little shiver ran through her body when Ofelia came down on her, gasping loudly when her most private part was about to be invaded by the Cuban.

Ofélia grinned wickedly once they finished toppling to the ground. Now that she was set, She pushed open Tessa's legs and leaned in, taking her time as she pulled off of the "secretary's" panties and tossed them aside. She shoved the skirt upward and then looked at the larger girl's sex.

"I think we've reached the climax of our little duel, suga. You'll give me those files once you've had your climax!" Ofélia allowed herself a chuckle at her little joke and then dove in, lowering her head between Tessa's legs as she began to sensually lick at the folds of the blonde's honeypot.

“E...everything you want...”
The Blonde cooed, spreading her legs until her shoes reached the plate of the desk with a clacking sound when her heels hit the wood. Heaving her bottom up a little bit to help Ofelia remove her skirt, she was fully exposed until the hair of the Cuban hid her sex from the greedy eyes of the camera until the angle would be changed in the favor of the audience again.

“Oouhhm...yes...”
Her hands cupped her own breasts, pressing them together and releasing them again so that she could heave her head a little bit up to look at Ofelia at work, getting wet and wetter by the second.

Once Tessa's skirt was removed, it was practically mechanical what came next. The lusty Brazilian leaned forward, chuckling breathily as she plunged her tongue into Tessa's sex and began to lick the soaked pussy for all it was worth. She brought her hands up and spread Tessa's pussy lips with one hand while her other began to rub at Tessa's clit, really trying to stimulate the blonde beyond reason.

Plot wise it made no sense for Ofélia to try and get the girl to moan like a banshee, but plot-wise it also didn't make sense for anything that was going on. Ofélia was just glad to be able to taste the loins of the taller blonde and really exert her will upon her. She was definitely feeling wet herself.

Although the plot obviously was not the strongest point in a B movie, common sense was not about to be thrown out of the window more than necessary. Tessa faintly remembered something the producer had said about a situation like this. it was not much off a difference between a choreographed fight and this situation.

For mostly selfish reasons and already heavy intoxicated by the work of the fingers of the Cuban, her legs would slowly move from the desk and through the air until she was not stretchered out but more folded, potentially allowing Ofelia to move closer and silence the bigger Blonde more easily, who surely could not keep quiet by herself.
“O...oh...Ofelia!”

Ofélia's ear tickled as she began to hear Tessa's moans. Normally she would be all about the girl moaning as loud and lewdly as possible, but she was a consummate professional and even as Tessa lifted up her legs, Ofélia used her hands to slide up Tessa's body and pin her in a matchbook style while continuing to eat out her pussy.

While her tongue probed, her gloved hand moved off of one of Tessa's legs and pushed into her mouth, covering it with her palm to silence the moans and make sure she could finish the girl off in relative silence.

"Nnnn... mmhmm!"

“...Gh...ouh...”
The Blonde groaned both excited and in groggily defeat when her movement was intensified and quickened by Ofelia and she was put into a matchbox pin, exposing her neatly while her shirt and secretaries top were clinging to her side while her feet moved a little up and down in a last feeble and fake attempt of a kick out.

When the hand of Ofelia neared her mouth, her small protest was quickly smothered by the soft hand of the Cuban, and her wide open eyes went shut when she heard the mumbling sounds of the other girl eating her out.
“Ah!...nnhm!...mmm...”

"Nnn... mmmm...."

Ofélia made pleasurable noises as her tongue traced along Tessa's sex and plumbed the girl's hidden depths. It was a delicious treat and she was getting paid extra for it! What a beautiful world! She felt Tessa's futile struggle and grinned. Ofélia's hand slipped off of Tessa so her legs folded over her shoulder and she used her now free hand to begin rubbing Tessa's clit as well, all while her hands went from covering Tessa's mouth to slipping off them and gently forcing two fingers into the girl's mouth to suckle on while she finished the job.

In a real match for AFW, Tessa would have been gutted how she could have ended in a situation like this, all rolled up and exposed on all fronts, fully at the mercy of her opponent who even had her hands free to put even more pressure on her body. And what a delicious pleasure this was!

“...UHM!...ahhhm...”
Her initial, surprised gasp turned into a delighted groan when Ofelia offered her fingers to suckly on, causing Tessa to let her tongue swirl around the fingers, wiggling happily before her body was overwhelmed by the pleasure, with her legs kicking up a last time until her body released it´s tension in a powerful fashion, with the fingers of the Cuban silencing the scream that would have normally echoed through the room else wise.

Ofélia grinned as she felt Tessa begin to suckle on her fingers. Of course she would. It didn't stop the Brazilian from continuing to lick hard at Tessa's pussy until she finally released. Ofélia was surprised by the force of the orgasm and nearly chocked on the juices as she tried to swallow them down.

Once Tessa finished her last thrusts, Ofélia slipped her fingers from Tessa's mouth and stood up. She grinned down at the blonde, wickedly and licked her fingers, completing the "kiss" between the two. "Now, suga, she purred. "The files?" She asked with a wry grin on her face.