She obeys both instructions at once, making the motions to resposition onto the desk and lie down into a dance of their own as she writhes carefully out of her skimpy clothes, every little movement of peeling them off and casting to the floor a study in grace and muscle control.
Her firm little breasts are already heaving as they're stripped, her breath changing more and more in anticipation of his touch.
When she's naked, and ready for him in several senses of the word, she bends her back over the desk with a low "Nowsir?"
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