Bend over the desk.

You stand in front of Meghan, looking into her eyes holding her gaze until she drops her eyes.

"Put your elbows on my desk and lean on them. Spread your legs," you command and are gratified to see her immediately comply.

"Yes Sir, as you wish Sir," she murmurs, looking back over her shoulder at you as you approach her. You slowly pull her dress up over her ass, and she wiggles, standing on her toes to raise her ass higher, You can see the slickness of her pussy juice on her upper thighs. You rub your fingers into her swollen lips, and find her drenched, dripping with desire. She moans and pushes against your hand, wanting you in her.

"Are you going to take me Sir? Are you going to use me like a whore?" she pants, rubbing hard against your hand, looking back over her shoulder, her face full of lust.