"You can wash them if you want." I offered, and she chuckled. "Hold still, your panties are caught in the zipper. That's got it. Black... I like black."

"I bet you do." She commented at she sat on the edge of the desk and examined her skirt and its zipper. "How big... describe it to me."

"Pfft," I made a rude noise as I unzipped my jeans and freed my erection. "Just look at it." I turned the chair to face her.

"Damn Samael," she cursed using my full name. "Impressive." She continued as she sat in my lap. "Tell me how this feels."

She kissed me as her bare...