I grabbed her panties and pulled them down.
The lace slid over the swell of her ass and caught briefly on her thighs before dropping to pool around her combat boots. She stood there bent over the desk with nothing protecting her from my gaze except the garter belt and stockings, completely exposed, completely vulnerable, completely mine.
Her pussy glistened in the fluorescent light. Wet enough that her arousal had started to run down the inside of her thighs. Wet enough that there was absolutely no question about whether she was enjoying this.
I spanked her bare skin.
The sound was different without the lace barrier. Sharper. More intimate. Her moan matched it, rising in pitch and desperation, and her knees buckled slightly before she caught herself against the desk.
