Wesley watched her as she skipped around. Dawn’s short skirt flipped up, occasionally showing the soft, young skin of her thighs. She tossed her hair back, giving him her best seductive stare.

He walked around his desk, his tongue coming out to lick his lips slowly. She watched it intently, coming towards him. Sliding her hands up his chest, she began to nibble on his bottom lip, but he stopped her.

“You know what to do,” he said softly.

She rolled her eyes as she climbed onto the desk, her skirt flipping up completely, revealing her naked, wet, and ready.