Killing Some Time

Gisha Forza lingers outside her father's office, restless and alone. She drifts into Toby's space, curious. The first touch is hers—her palm sliding slow across her own thigh, then higher. She peels off her top, showing him her tits like a dare. Toby rises. His hands find her waist, then her skirt. He strips her bare and bends her over the desk. When he pushes into her ass, her breath catches. Every thrust fills the quiet room. She wanted something to pass the time. This works.