Sara
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“Kingsley… please,” Sara whispered, her voice soft and trembling with need. “I want to feel your mouth on me. Take your time. I need this.”
She walked slowly toward his large wooden desk in nothing but his oversized white shirt.
The fabric brushed teasingly against her hardened n*****s with every step.
When she reached the desk, she turned and lifted herself onto the cool, polished surface.
The wood felt smooth and slightly cold beneath her bare thighs, sending a shiver up her spine. With deliberate movements, she unbuttoned the shirt and let it fall open, fully exposing her naked body to him.
Her breasts rose and fell with each deep breath as she slowly parted her legs, revealing her smooth, glistening p***y.
Kingsley sat back in his chair, his dark eyes drinking in every
