She wants it on my desk

I’m surprised by a sudden look of naked hunger on Kira’s face. “Could we—” she begins uncertainly. “Could we go back to your office? I’ve fantasized about you . . . fucking me on your desk.”

“Fuck, that’s hot!” I exclaim in surprise. “Of course—I’d be happy to fulfill your fantasy.” I lead her back to my office. My desk is, as almost always, clear, so there’s no problem, and the finish is good enough to handle a load or two of cum. (For those who subscribe to the belief that a neat desk is a sign of a sick mind, don’t worry about me—it’s just that my messy desk is at home.)

“So, baby girl,” I ask Kira hungrily, “how have you fantasized about me taking you—on your back, or bent over the desk?”