Caius took his hand from Anne's backside, stroked across the outside of her leg until he was sliding into the cover of her skirt and stroking the insides of her thighs, and making his way across the moist surface toward her panty-covered mound.
Anne groaned as she felt the journey of Caius's fingers and age began to rock forward and back on her desk top, almost as though she wanted to get her pussy to him and complete the journey he was taking so long to make.
Caius smiled against her breast as he felt her actions and understood her intentions. In a few seconds, his finger touched her pussy lips still covered by the flimsy material of her underwear. It was slick with her juices and made his strokes feel so direct due to how thin it had become.
Soon though, Caius pulled it aside and touched his fingers to Anne's pussy directly.
And that was it.
