Haytham definitely has a thing for skirts. Don’t fight me on this. I’d wear one to visit him at his office, wearing a skimpy lace thong underneath. Every time I’d bend over, I could hear Haytham suck in a breath at the subtle peak underneath the skirt. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he’d bend me over his desk, push up the skirt, and take me from behind. Ohhhh my god the things I would do for that man.