Daddy's office

Daddy says stay out of his office. Papers everywhere, and girls like me only make messes. But this afternoon I slipped in anyway. My girlfriend followed close behind, the door clicking shut behind us. His big desk smelled like leather and something darker. She kissed me first, hard, pushing me up against the wood. I was already wet before her hand slid under my skirt. We didn't talk. Just pulled at each other's clothes until skin met skin. She bent me over his chair and licked me from behind, tongue flicking where I needed it most. My moans echoed off the bookshelves. I came quick, fingers gripping expensive upholstery while she kept working me with her mouth. Then I got on my knees. Made her spread her legs and taste how sweet she was. She grabbed my hair and ground against my face. The afternoon light poured through the blinds as she shuddered and came, thighs trembling around my head. We left before Daddy came home. But the scent of us stayed behind on his chair.