Muse.

In my mind's eye I see you at your desk.
Knowing your pussy is wet.
Those words of mine have a magic effect some thing it will take you long to forget.

When you have time on your own your fingers roam.Between your thighs feeling your soft lips.Gently teasing your clit.
Not daring to cum .
Too loud .
You try to hold back .
The feeling of wetness is so intense
Hoping nobody sees the pleasure
You hide behind your eyes.
Caused by your soaking thighs.