A knock on your office door. You think your next appointment has arrived.
But I stroll in, smiling at your surprised face. I close the door, still looking at you.
Unbuttoning my blouse as I walk towards you. Placing myself on your desk, biting my lower lip. Sliding my hand over my leg and pushing my skirt up, showing you the lace trim of my stockings.
You stand up, I grab ahold of the collar of your shirt, pulling you in, kissing you gently but quickly becoming more eager as my tongue parts your lips and my hands roam over your chest and glide down towards your belt.
You reach for my thighs, feeling the lace fabric under your hands and trail up towards my pussy. You stop for a second when you realize I’m not wearing any panties.
As a sign of approval, you push my legs open and kneel before me. Your tongue licking over my lips while you squeeze my thighs firmly. I start to moan, but you command me to be quiet.
I start to squirm as you find my clit, licking and sucking, trying my best to keep quiet. But some moans escape me, followed by you biting my thighs as a warning.