Daddy's office

She slips into the room anyway. His papers are everywhere, all that perfect order begging to be ruined. She loves breaking his rules. Loves the thrill of it. She pulls her skirt up and sits on his desk, legs spread. Fingers slide between her thighs. Soft at first. Then faster. She rubs her clit and watches the door, waiting for footsteps that never come. Her breath gets ragged. Wet sounds fill the silence. She lifts her hips and grinds against her own hand, blonde hair falling across her flushed face. She comes hard, fingers deep inside herself, and smiles at the thought of him finding her like this.