She hesitated for a second, her eyes flicking to mine, a mix of nerves and excitement, but she obeyed, leaning forward, her hands pressing against the polished wood, her thick ass arching out, the short skirt barely covering her. The torn pantyhose clung to her thighs, slick with my cum from earlier, her black lace panties peeking out. I crouched behind her, my face inches from her ass, and inhaled deeply, her scent hitting me like a drug—sweet, musky, intoxicating.
"Fuck, Delilah," I murmured, my hands gripping her hips. I pulled her skirt up, exposing her fully, and leaned in, my tongue tracing her pussy through the thin lace of her panties, tasting her wetness.
She moaned, her body trembling, her hands gripping the table tighter. "Oh god, Evan…" she gasped, her voice soft but needy, her thighs quivering under the effect of my Pleasure skill at 10, amplifying every sensation for her.
