Lift your dress. Lift it if you dare.
For all your flirting, let’s see how much of it is truth and how much is lies.
Everyone else in the office has gone home.
Think about watching me, my gaze as the dress gets higher and higher.
So I can see what knickers you’re wearing.
I dare you to part your thighs so I can see how fucking wet you are.
And you *are* wet, aren’t you, Miss.
Think of my tongue turning over your underwear.
Licking, turning and teasing over you.
Of how you’d grip the desk then.
Could you still watch me, or would you close your eyes.
Dare you glimpse as I pulled the material aside and coursed a naughty sigh over your glistening lips, your eager clit.
Now imagine that lick.
Snaking dangerously over you.
My lips pursed and sucking you.
Cumming in the office would be so naughty.
So, Miss .. tell me …