[SDJS-361] The 7th Oral Cinderella Championship Advances! 26 Office Ladies Showcase Serious No-Hand Blowjobs and Daily Tasks. From Expert Sucking Studied in Adult Videos to Creative Amateur Oral.

Twenty-six SOD sluts in their office skirts, kneeling in a row on the conference room floor. They’re all staring at the same cock on the monitor, lips wet, tongues out, ready to prove who can suck without using their hands. I watch them every day—Ayuka, Hikari, Mihana, Mio, Miyu, Monaka, Mutsumi, Nao, Otoha, Shiho, Suzu, Yoshino, Yui, Yura, Yuri—all of them with their mouths wrapped around invisible cocks, bobbing their heads in perfect sync. Their handcuffs glint under the fluorescent lights, a reminder that this is a no-hand challenge. They’ve been studying AVs for weeks, learning how to deepthroat without gagging, how to use just their lips and tongue to milk a man dry. And now they’re showing off their skills, drool dripping down their chins, eyes watering as they take it deeper. The camera zooms in on each face, catching the strain in their cheeks, the desperation in their eyes. They’re not just blowing for the title; they’re blowing for their jobs, for the chance to be crowned the best cocksucker in the company.

Back at their desks, they pretend to type, but I know what they’re really thinking about. The taste of cum still fresh on their tongues, they answer phones and file reports, all while replaying the feel of a fat cock sliding down their throats. Some of them wear vibrating panties, remote-controlled by the director, buzzing against their clits as they try to maintain composure. Others have hidden dildos in their desk drawers, ready to slip into their mouths during lunch break. The contrast is filthy—prim and proper office ladies by day, slobbering whores by night. I watch them in the break room, sipping coffee with cum still in their hair, swapping tips on how to take it deeper. They’re competitive, each one convinced her technique is superior. The amateur blowjobs are creative: one uses ice cubes, another swirls her tongue like a snake, a third hums a tune while deepthroating. Every day, they get better, more depraved, more desperate for the win.

The championship heats up as the finalists are chosen. The losers are sent back to their desks, but they still get to participate—as background, as cum targets, as cheerleaders with cocks in their mouths. The winner will be the one who can take the biggest load without missing a beat, who can keep her eyes locked on the camera while her throat is filled. The grand prize? A golden dildo trophy and the right to be the company’s official blowjob trainer. But for now, it’s all about the race. They line up again, this time with real cocks, and the director shouts ‘Action!’ Twenty-six mouths open, twenty-six tongues extend, and the sound of wet sucking fills the room. They’re not just competing; they’re worshipping, each one trying to out-slut the other. And I’m there, watching, stroking, ready to add my own load to the mix. This is the 7th Fellatio Cinderella Championship, and it’s the dirtiest office party ever.