
"Fuck, baby." He growls, "I need to taste you now." My skirts rises to my hips as he pushes me up to sit on his desk and drops to his knees. My breath hitches and my hand reaches down to grip his hair.
He traces kisses up my thighs and I feel his stubble scratching at my skin, leaving a trail of heat that I felt all the way up to my center. I can't believe that not even an hour ago I was thinking about this exact moment and now it's happening, right before my eyes.








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