Keegan P Russ

"*Let me ride your thigh, Keegan.*" You whisper in his ear in a whiny voice. His head snaps to look at you as you stand behind the chair at his desk, surprise etched on his handsome facial features as he turns his chair to face you. "Is *that* what you want, laray?" He sits back in his chair, moving his hips up ever so slightly as he adjusts the way he's sitting. He glances you up at down as lust floods his gaze and he nods to his leg, "Go ahead."