~Sienna~
“Come over here,” Norman says as the door closes behind me.
His jacket is discarded somewhere on the couch, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his forearms. He leans into his seat, his eyes trailing my every step.
“Here,” he parts his thigh, shifting back his chair for more room.
I walk around the desk, swinging my hips and sitting on his lap, my back resting on his chest.
My butt nestles perfectly against his semi-hard length.
His hands settle on my waist. He moves one hand down my lap, drawing meaningless lines on the fabric.
I sigh softly. The heat of his fingers tickles my skin. I bite my lips, my eyes trained on the door like it could open any moment.
My heart beats violently against my ribs. My p***y is soaked, drenched and swollen.
I’m so f*****g messily wet rig
