How…?

How do you expect me not to squirm, when you’re hiding under my table to not be seen by everyone else in the room, while I sit doing my work pretending that nothing is going on…

When you’re whispering of all the things you see which pleases you as you lift my skirt, and caress my thighs. As you tease my already wet panties with your fingers, urging it down…

As you bend in, parting my legs wider with your strong hands, placing your tongue against me…