She pretended to think it over for a minute or so, giving the flesh against her lips a perfunctory lick now and then, then made up her mind and in answer lowered her head over his cock once again. Devon worked him over a few times more, wanting to make sure to drive him almost to the brink of insanity before pulling away.

Uncoiling back to perch on the edge of his desk, Devon deftly unbuttoned her blouse and let it slide down her arms and to the floor, brazenly squirming back and forth. White lace gleamed against smooth tanned skin, and the brazen girl impudently hiked her long, white-clad legs over the arms of her father's desk chair, skirt rucking high and revealing that she'd anticipated their tête-à-tête before coming in the office, naked beneath it as she was.

Devon impishly nibbled on her thumbnail, wagging a knee back and forth as she smirked at her father. "...your turn, Daddy."