Queen Ashlyn
"Mason, what has gotten into you?" I gasped as he buried his face against my neck.
"You smell so good, my queen," his grunt had my p***y aching. "This is why I can't have you in the office," he picked me up and placed me down on the table before settling himself between my legs. My skirt rose as he rubbed his hands on my thighs. "I would never get any work done."
I ran my hands down his chest and moaned when he gripped my hips and smashed my core against him. "But you would get me done," I bit my bottom lip as I leaned back on my elbows. "And I'm okay with that."
"You're naughty, my queen," he purred, leaning over me. He crushed his lips against mine. He swallowed my moans as I gripped his shoulders, and he wrapped his arms around my back, holding me against me. The only t
