EXTRACT FOR
Older Women Lesbian Desires
(Giselle Renarde)

"Let me see that pretty pussy."



Minnie's eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets.  "Shhh!  People will hear you."



Larissa cocked her head.  "So shut the door."



There was so much work piled up on her desk??"cheques to cut and invoices to follow up on??"but Minnie couldn't say no.  When Larissa got that gleam in her eye, all those pressing office concerns snapped away like the crack of a whip.  Anyway, it was Larissa's company.  If the boss wanted the door closed, Minnie would just have to close the door.



"Turn down the blinds," Larissa said, her sharp canines gleaming.  "Then park your ass on my desk.  You know the drill."



"Yes, Boss."  Minnie fumbled with the blinds.  If she took too long, she might incur an unbearable punishment.  "Sorry, Boss.  The thing is sticky."



"The thing?  Is it really?"  Larissa pushed her chair back, closer to the window.  No blinds on that one, and it ran carpet to ceiling.  Even on the twenty-eighth floor, Minnie wondered if other office workers in other office towers diddled themselves as they watched her daily submission.  Seemed unlikely, but maybe someone out there had a telescope?



Anyway, if anyone really was watching, their eyes would no doubt be glued to Larissa.  Minnie felt like she'd aged twenty years in the past five, but her boss only grew more striking with age.  At thirty-six, Minnie's auburn curls were dappled with greys while Larissa's straightened hair ran jet-black along her scalp, pulled tightly into a golden clip, long extensions cascading down her back.  No wrinkles marring the dark skin under those blazing eyes.  



Larissa could have been a supermodel.  Hell, she still could be.  If there were beauty pageants for business executives, she could strut across the stage in that sharp suit jacket and fearsome leather skirt.  Crisp white shirt, jewels and gold.  She'd take top prize.



Minnie swished around the office in her summer skirt before hopping on Larissa's desk.  Ooh, was she ever wet!  When did that happen?  Seemed like every time Larissa gave her that hungry look, her pussy swelled, her clit throbbed, and hot juice spilled down her thighs.



"Open your legs, little miss..."