The steaminess and lustfulness went tenfolds upon seeing his twinkling eyes looking up at me as he whispers, “Can I take your skirt off, baby girl?” He whispers against my stomach as he kneels down in front of me, his fiery eyes staring into mine. I nodded and gripped on the edge of the desk, his free hand grabbing my leg and clings it over his shoulder, my clothed core just a peek away from him. “I’ll take my skirt off.” I reach around and unzip the zipper of my skirt. His eyes lit up as he hears the zipper go down and his hands reach for lower part of my skirt, pulling it down to my ankles.
My black laced underwear was exposed, hopefully the wet patch on it wasn’t evident. He smirks mischievously and says, *”Daddy* got you wet, kitten*?”* He utters and with how deep his voice is, my wetness doubles. “I… daddy, got me so wet.” I retort, his grin widening as he keeps his gaze up at me. I look down at his eyes doting over to my core, licking his lips as our eyes meet once again. “Do you want to take your panties off for daddy, princess?” He asks and something about his voice gets the butterflies in my stomach, fluttering so I nod, my fingers tugging on the waistband of my underwear, pulling it down to my knees.