Choosing You
I lap that up too.
Little moans become more defined, as her legs tense, and nearly close around me. That won’t do. The panties are in my way too, building on my frustrations. I want to enjoy this, without anything in my way. Pulling the desk chair up, I take a seat, as she watches with soft, curious eyes. My hands back on her thighs, they slide higher and higher until they slip beneath her green skirt. My fingertips curve around the top of her panties, and I begin to slide them down. Over her hips. Lower. I slide them down her legs and take them off.