The forbidden lovers 💜🖤

2 can play dat game

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After a weekend getaway, Taraji and Fantasia stepped back into their routine, Fantasia chose a dress in Taraji's favorite color, knowing it would draw her attention and perhaps, stir a bit of playful mischief.

As they entered the office, the air seemed to shimmer with their shared secret. Colleagues glanced their way, but the two women were lost in their own world. The meeting room was bustling as they took their seats side by side, the proximity amplifying the electric tension between them.

Minutes into the meeting, Taraji's hand began a slow, deliberate journey up Fantasia's thigh. The touch was subtle at first, a gentle reminder of their intimacy. But as her hand ventured higher, Fantasia's breath hitched. She grabbed Taraji's hand, her whisper urgent, "Stop, Taraji."

Taraji's eyes sparkled with a mix of defiance and desire. "No," she whispered back, her voice a sultry command. "Can you be quiet for me?" Her fingers deftly reached for Fantasia's panties, pushing them aside with practiced ease. "Can you?" she repeated, her tone daring and insistent.

Fantasia's heart raced as she nodded, trying to keep her composure in the midst of the meeting. Taraji's fingers began their intimate dance, sending waves of pleasure through her. Fantasia's instinct was to close her legs, to resist the overwhelming sensation, but Taraji's grip was firm.

"Open dem rq, mama," Taraji murmured, her voice a low, intoxicating whisper.

Fantasia's eyes met Taraji's, a silent battle of wills playing out between them. She shook her head no, but the intensity of Taraji's gaze and the skillful movement of her fingers made resistance nearly impossible. The room around them faded into the background, their shared moment of forbidden pleasure taking center stage.

Fantasia's breath came in shallow gasps, her body betraying her as it responded to Taraji's touch. The thrill of being so exposed, so vulnerable in a public setting, only heightened the experience. Taraji's fingers moved with expert precision, pushing Fantasia closer to the edge.

Fantasia's inner struggle was palpable, but the intensity of Taraji's touch finally broke her resolve. Slowly, she parted her legs, granting Taraji the access she craved. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming as Taraji's fingers moved faster, driving Fantasia to the brink.

"Shit," Fantasia gasped out loud, unable to contain herself. The room fell silent, all eyes turning to her.

"I'm sorry, I was saying shit, that's a really good idea, Mari. It—mm—it makes sense doing that and leading the company in a good direction," she stammered, her voice strained as she removed Taraji's hand and adjusted herself in her seat.

The meeting continued, but Fantasia's mind was elsewhere. As soon as it ended, she hurried to her office, her heart still racing.

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