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"People say I'm really good with my hands. I can play guitar, sew, fix things..." He smirked and I had his full attention. "I'm pretty good with my hands, too." I giggled. "Really? What can you do?" "Come here. I'll show you." I bit my lip and stood up shakily, walking over to him and sitting in front of him on his desk. He stood up and rubbed my sides. I smirked and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me. He seemed surprised at my eagerness, but he liked it.
"This is really bad, but it's almost fate. You're in here all the time and you act so innocent. It's such a turn on." He started kissing down my neck and I moaned softly. "It's not an act. I'm a good girl most of the time." "Yeah, most of the time," I giggled and he kissed down to my collarbone. I gasped when he bit down slightly, spreading my legs apart. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying it and the thrill of the possibility that we could get caught made it even better. "I don't think anyone will come in, but we should still try to be quick." I nodded. "Have you ever done...that before?" I nodded, answering truthfully. He nodded back and slipped his hands under my shirt, pressing his lips against mine gently. He pulled me closer to him by my hips and just to be a tease, I grinded against him with a smirk plastered on my face. He moaned and did it back, but with more pressure. I gasped and threw my head back. R glanced behind me to make sure there was nobody there and undid his belt buckle. I left my skirt on and pulled my underwear off. He smirked and pulled his pants down just enough to get himself out. I bit my lip and stroked him. He was already as hard as a rock, but if this was going to be quick, I wanted it to be good. "Damn, you really are good with your hands," he growled out with his eyes closed. I smirked. "If we had enough time, I would show you the wonders I could do with my mouth," He moaned at my words and pushed my shirt up. I moaned and moved closer to him. He spread my legs apart for more access.

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