Nasty Neela

Neela walked into my office wearing a lace bra and panties set. I told her to strip. She slipped the straps from her shoulders, let the bra fall, then stepped out of the panties. I watched every inch of skin come into view. Blonde hair spilled over her collarbones. Her breasts sat high and round, nipples tight. A neat strip of dark hair framed her pussy. She spread her legs without being asked and slid two fingers down over her clit. Slow circles at first, then quicker, wetter strokes. She leaned back against my desk and kept her eyes on me while she fingered herself. The sound of her breathing filled the small room. She came with a sharp little cry, thighs trembling. When she pulled her hand away, her fingers glistened. I knew right then I had to show her to you.