Her Collateral Bride: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

understood how hot it would have been.

“Pull up your dress,” Claire said, her expression solemn

when Haley looked up at her. “Spread your thighs. Keep doing

what you’re doing while you pull your panties down and put

your ass in the air. I want to see your pussy drenched for me.”

Haley didn’t mind the strangeness of being half under the

desk. Truth be told, she loved the kinkiness of what Claire was

asking her to do. She was probably already half wrecked, her

pupils blown with pleasure, her face suffused with want.

Because she did want this. She wanted it and she loved it.

She suckled Claire through the fabric, inhaling her scent,

running her tongue along the seam of her, molding the silk to

her body as her hands worked up her own dress, shoving the

skirt up her ass and over her hips. She worked her panties

down, which was hard with her face pressed between Claire’s

spread legs. She got them locked around her knees and then

Claire stopped her.

“That’s far enough. Run your hand over yourself and show

me.”

Haley’s face went hot, but she did it. She coated her fingers

in her slick wetness. She knew that if she even skimmed her

clit, it would be too much. She’d explode right there, so she

made sure not to touch it. To think that she’d never been able

to get herself off was crazy. Then again, when she was by

herself, even her wildest fantasies didn’t extend this far.

She held her fingers out for Claire to see. Claire captured

her hand in her own and brought it to her lips. Haley gasped

when Claire’s tongue licked along the sides of her fingers

before she suckled them into her mouth.

“Oh God,” Haley whimpered. She forgot what she was