She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. The delicate lace caught on the ridges of her hips and rolled over itself until they were off. She lifted her shirt over her head, revealing small, perky breasts and a scar that ran down her chest. She turned away from him and leaned over the desk, sitting on top of it in a half-slouch to spread wide for him. Her fingers pressed at her inner thighs, spread apart with one foot bent back behind her as if she planned to use it to brace herself against something. He pushed his finger into the slick folds of her pussy, feeling how hot and tight she was as he slid simultaneously into her cunt and wrapped wetly around his finger. She rocked back against his wrist, grinding herself gently against his hand.