Emma was the perfect size, as far as her father was concerned. Womanly in just the right places to just the right amount, but still small and light enough for him to wrap up in his arms, to hold against his body, and-- when they got particularly enthusiastic-- to practically toss around the bed. Her mother Alexis was of a similar build, and so Blake hoped that his little girl would stay exactly that for him.

Her texts had been thrilling at best, and distracting as well. When she decided to tease him that way, Emma seemed to have a knack for sending them during important meetings. Not that he ever really minded.

Blake smiled. "I can afford a new suit," he replied with a laugh. "But let's see just how wet, hmm?" His hand dove under her uniform skirt and between her slim thighs. Expecting to feel the thin, damp fabric of one of Emma's thongs, he instead was greeted with the soft, smooth flesh of her pussy-- soaking wet as promised. "You naughty little girl," he said, voice rumbling with growing heat. "Were you walking around school all day without your panties? Were you hoping on giving one of those idiot boys in your classes a thrill? Or maybe one of your teachers? Or were you hoping you could play with that pretty little pussy where nobody would know?"