Queen Mira
Part 2
I begin to respond, but he places one thick finger on my lips. I resist the urge to suck this finger.
Iroquois grips my hips, pulling me on his lap. Bulge and all digging into my ass. I try not to grind on him. I’m so aroused, and I feel the wetness in my panties already. I try to focus on my paperwork. I look back, and he is actually answering e-mails on his phone.
“There is a group coming in tomorrow for registration. Stand, please.” He speaks, and I stand while confirming this on my computer.
“Yes, I see they are coming on a plane from Alaska.” I feel his hands on my hips. He caresses my thigh with one hand. Scrolling with the other. I close my eyes, exhaling from the tingles his touch ignites.
“Why am I standing?”
“Oh, also, the two guests arrive in a few
