Mr. President 1(58)

Pressing his body against mine, he leans in and, instead of taking his lips to mine, he lays them on my neck, gently nibbling at my skin. At the same time, his hands go around my waist and he hooks his thumb on the hem of my skirt. My heart is beating fast, anticipation making it pick up the pace.

I can’t believe we’re going to fuck in the Oval Office.

Still running my fingers over the valleys between his abs, I then let my hands follow an upward line up to his chest. Holding the side of his face, I go on tiptoes and run my tongue along the crevice between his lips.

Pulling me close, he lets of my skirt and grabs my blouse, pulling it up. I lift my arms up in the air and allow him to undress me, my lace bra revealing itself to him. Looking at me with an eager smile, he pulls me back into his embrace; my breasts press against his naked chest, and my skin prickles as we make contact.

His hands go around my body and, grabbing the clasp of my bra, he unhooks it with a quick flick of his fingers. Pulling it out, he pushes both straps down at the same time, and he then throws the bra onto the floor. My nipples become even harder as the cool air in the office laps at them, and I feel a column of fire climbing up my spine.

Mimicking his movements, I grab his shirt and push it down his arms, allowing it to float down and land right on top of my blouse and bra. Smiling at him, I let my fingers hike down his naked chest before I grab his belt; unbuckling it with slow but sure movements, I then hook my fingers on his pants and pull him into me.

He grabs me by the ass eagerly, the palm of his hands fitting perfectly over the curve of my ass cheeks, and he squeezes them softly. My nipples brush against his skin, and I close my eyes, my fingers working as if they have a life of their own; I pull his zipper down and then, turning my hand around, I flatten the palm of my hand against the bulging shape tenting his boxer briefs.

Letting go, I use my index finger to trace the contour of his hard member over the fabric of his boxers. I exhale sharply as I feel him pulse against my fingers, but I just keep on teasing, fully knowing that the more I do it the bigger the payoff is going to be. And if there’s something I love, it’s a good payoff.

“Let’s take you out of these clothes,” I whisper as I nibble at his lower lip. Grabbing at his boxer briefs, I push them down and his cock springs free immediately, brushing against my fingers. Allowing desire to make my movements wilder, I push both pants and boxers down his legs. He kicks off his shoes fast and then steps out of his clothes, kicking them to a faraway corner of the office.

I take one step back, my eyes widening as I take in his naked figure. If Leonardo Da Vinci was alive, he’d make a sculpture out of Austin’s body, there’s no doubt of it in my mind.#p#分页标题#e#

My body acting with a life of its own, I lower myself to the floor. Kneeling in front of him, I rest my hands on his knees and then let my fingers slide all the way to his inner thighs, Austin’s breathing growing deeper as I close in on his cock. Looking up at him, I start leaning in but I stop right before my lips touch the tip of his cock. Grinning, I part my lips and dart my tongue out, flicking it against his cock. He shudders as I do it and, exhaling sharply, he rests both his hands on the top of my head.

Using one hand, I cup both his balls and roll them over my fingers, feeling how busy they are producing all the cum he’s going to unleash over my body once we’re done. With my free hand, I trace the contour of his cock, my index finger sliding from the root of his member to its tip, and then doing the same movement on an opposite direction. I do it over and over again, teasing him mercilessly.

Finally succumbing to my own desire, I lean forward and rest my lips against the tip of his cock, softly kissing it. Opening my mouth, I then wrap my lips around it, feeling his warm flesh over my tongue. Sucking on him gently, I allow my lips to roll down the length of his shaft. I go all the way down, only stopping when the tip of his cock is firmly pressed against the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Ash,” he groans, tangling his fingers on my hair. Rolling my lips back, I start bobbing my head back and forth over his cock, pressing against his shaft with my tongue. Grabbing his member with my right hand, I then start to stroke him with a matching rhythm to that of my mouth, enjoying the way he’s breathing heavily.

Doing it like this is enough to turn my thong into a wet rag. I can already feel my fluids dripping down my inner thighs, and I can’t wait to rub that wetness against Austin’s hard member.

Moving back, I allow his cock to pop out of my mouth and I grab it with both my hands. Looking into his eyes, I start stroking him as fast as I can, hell bent on stopping only when he’s dangling over the edge of an orgasm.