[ That always seems to be the challenge, doesn't it? The need to touch and tease and strip as much clothing as possible from each other all at once, the eager desire that sparks with every movement, every kiss. The gentle way his fingers work in and out of her drive her dizzy with need, his fingertips already wet with just that easy teasing. God knows she's been wanting him for hours now, though he does seem to know just how to get her wet and ready easily enough.

She groans lowly against his lips, both fists continuing to stroke and squeeze at his cock as she arches her chest into his mouth. The soft sweep of his tongue and the scratch of light stubble on his chin send shivers down her spine, and she starts to guide his cock up against her folds, letting his head tease against the wetness there. ]

God - both. Let's do both. Please. [ Her breath is tight in her chest already, cheeks flushes as she rocks herself gently against the length of his cock. ] I want to ride you nice and slow first. Then you can fuck me rough over your desk before we finish.