Re: Daffadowndilly | 4-13-2020 | Afternoon
Her fingers had luckily found themselves amongst Dom's hair just before he'd decided to turn himself into a party bus. Next stop, her desk. She held herself aloft so that there was no chance of 'slipping', then relaxed back onto her desk with a hint of 'I'm going to have to clean this later' in her eyes. They were out of Dom's eye line, though, because she'd pushed his face back into her boobs while he was going to town on her. There wasn't much need for her to push back, but she wasn't ever really able to just 'take it', so the battle continued until her hands began to clench the edge of her desktop. Her left hand came up and smacked the side of Dom's face with a playful intention, but knocked his glasses askew. Then her toes curled, and she wrapped herself around Mr. Bystrom like a tortilla. Through gritted teeth, with pops of lightning: "Hurry," she urged. Then a power surge erupted from her as she finished, and she pushed it out the back of her body so it didn't sail straight through Dom's chest. Her fingernails found idyllic places in the skin on his back and she rode through the waves.