He must have seen her scowl and read her thoughts. When she feels sure he will draw out the moment, it comes before she can take a breath. Indian sex video She hasn’t seen him in so long, doesn’t want to think of him as “Sir” anymore. She will have to be touching him continuously for the next half hour or so. —
She is naked, down on her hands and knees. It is a subtle sensation, harder to track. When the crop finds its way to her wetness, she reflexively pulls away, her body already reacting as if he has swung with force. She thinks about how he has chosen a wildly impractical outfit for getting a haircut. Maintaining eye contact, he presses a finger inside her. “Alright.”
She can’t remember what initial dares were issued or what flirtatious truths were asked. Rather than standing next to her desk, she is bent over it, skirt hiked up, exposing the fact that she isn’t wearing panties. She spent the entire afternoon changing her mind about what to wear. She is convinced there is a moment when he is kneeling directly in front of her, so close that his cheek would have brushed against her thighs had he turned his head.
