When Evie sat up, Richard's hand snaked behind her neck. He pressed his kiss onto her lips, and the taste of her orgasm mingled with the erotic heat his lip imparted. Strong hands caressed her perked mounds, still firm and responsive to the faintest touch. Those hands slid up the top of Evie's thighs and refused to stop until they lightly encircled her waist. She would feel a slight tugging, coaxing her off the desk. Richard's kisses sensuously migrated to the slopes of Evie's neck, and he soon heard her heels click as they landed on the wood flooring. Richard slowly returned to his seat, eyes on the gorgeous lass, and leaned back ... his hands holding her.<br/><br/>"On your knees," he commanded, softly. The gradual sound of his belt buckle unfastening telegraphed his intentions. What was good for the goose was good for the gander, and Richard wanted a balancing of the sexual equation. His face still glistened from the ample juice the drenching associated with pleasing Evie's ripe pussy. The erection in his pants felt painfully restrained and he worked to free it from its confines. Richard's manhood popped out of his underwear and pointed straight back at him -- red and pulsing.<br/><br/>"Open up," Richard said, breathless. The anticipation of his member being swallowed by those luscious lips made the man want to cum right then. "It's your turn."