With a low growl, I turn her head and claim her lips in a kiss before Zaid helps her off my lap. He grabs some tissues from a box on the desk in the corner, and we help her clean up before he pulls her panties from his pocket and goes down on one knee, holding them out like they’re a pair of glass slippers. She laughs as she delicately steps into them, but her laugh turns into a moan as he drags them up her legs.
