They continued to kiss, their tongue waging war in their mouths, as she ground into him, and he played with her tits. When Tristan's right hand left her breast, slid down her stomach and found her clit, she whimpered and broke the kiss.

"Oh, honey!" she called out. "You're heading for an A+ aren't you?"

"Bad line," he whispered, then fastened his lips to her neck.

His fingers worked her clit as hard as they had the first time, his fingers giving her nipple the same treatment, pinching it roughly. Pushing against the desk, Miranda was able to work her hips up and down enough to resume fucking him, and...