Those plush pink lips felt so good on him. He kept his eyes on the blonde as she sat there, with her lips spread wide and her mouth full. He could see her struggling with the amount of cock he was pushing into her. But with each pull down, he forced her lips along a little further. No matter how professional he had always been, no matter how proper and gentle he had spoken to her, like a true gentleman, now that she had her lips around him and was giving him head, he was making sure she would take more of him. That wet mouth was something glorious, the suction gentle, the tongue underneath rolling against him, slipping and sliding against the sensitive underside, especially that rim of the head as he would pull it back to her mouth only to push and angle into her throat. He could sense her internal debate, to give him this, to please him, against the reflex of jerking back and grasping for air. The hands on his thighs had tightened slightly, as if to push him away, which she didn't. Not yet.<br/><br/>The brunette was grinning at his demand like the Cheshire cat. He had heard the purr turn into a growl before. It made him reciprocate the grin with one of his own, as he brought his eyes towards her. The next push of Imari downward by his own hand whiped the grin away though, jerking his gaze towards the blonde as he gasped loudly. "God..." he groaned out. His cock was so hard now. Bulging flesh from the blood pumped into it. The brunette got into position. But instead of crawling onto his lap and pushing Imari away from that aching cock, she was getting over her, spreading those lovely legs and revealing herself to him. Imari would be able to feel the response of his body underneath her. The muscles underneath the hands tightening a little further, but that cock jerked and spewed a copious amount of precum onto her tongue just as he had drawn her back. But he gave her little chance to relish the taste, she was pushed down more harshly on the next pass. The visual stimuli too much for the Congressman she served.<br/><br/>It was like a dance between these two women. He could see Imaris hands sliding up those lovely legs, watched Skylars hand coming down to the chin of the blonde. She was pulling her away from him. When that cock was slipped from between those lips, he groaned, a sound of near disappointment. The wetness was glistening in the light, her spit, there was a strand running from that throbbing head to the lower lip of the blonde. It made his eyes widen slightly before he was taken from her view. But he was forgotten for her anyway. He could sense her tongue as his thick head was pushed between the outer folds of the brunettes cunt. When he was slipped in, he groaned loudly, again, this time in appreciation. "Oh fuck..." his whisper came. As soon as Imari settled her lips around the brunettes clit, he could sense her tightening and pushing along the inches a little quicker. The way the brunette tossed her black manes back as she gasped, and then moaned, was a sight to see.<br/><br/>His hands repositioned themselves. Onto the hips of Skylar as she was pushing down so slowly. He couldn't see their actions, but could hear Skylar work on Imaris clothing and could see her hand was down low. It didn't matter thought. The tight embrace that was forced down over him was exquisite. A velvet lined, wet cunt. He grunted again as Skylar would feel him jerk harshly inside of her, as she was nearly three quarters of the way down. Thick precum dumped into her, without any protection between them. "That's so tight...." he complimented her in a low voice. She settled down on him, his hands holding her tightly as she was grinding her hips, making that fat organ stir inside of her.<br/><br/>They were kissing, in front of him. One hand of the demon down low, making her girlfriend moan into her lips. The other ushering him closer, but he pushed back slightly, his own hands lifting up those hips somewhat. Making that thick slab of manmeat slip halfway from her tight cunt. He held her like that, hovering above him. Without any warning his hips jammed up harshly, thrusting himself in, shoving himself balls deep into her tight snatch. A groan coming from him as his hips fell away to quickly do it again. That cock was mashed against her cervix, inside of her so deep, spreading her so wide. Only then did he pull her back down again, making them settle on the seat and did he move himself up. Pushing the round ass of the brunette against his lower stomach as he was hilted inside of her.<br/><br/>His chin settled slightly on top of her left shoulder. The somewhat shorter frame made him able to do that when he stretched. Keeping those hips firmly implanted on his lap and that cock rooted deep inside her core. He watched the kiss for a second before his own mouth settled against the neck of the brunette. Kissing along the skin. A whisper to her ear. "Ride that bareback cock... show me what a good little bitch you are...." he had called her a bitch, once or twice, because of her harsher remarks on the campaign trail. But always in a friendly, banterlike way, this was different though. He was balls deep inside of her, panting slightly at the tightness. His cock was leaking its precum into her without stop, so damn excited by these two. His eyes opening slightly to see where the brunettes hand was. A grin spreading on his face again. "Finger her... Skylar.... fuck.... tight cunt.... finger her.... for me...." the tightness enveloping him almost making it hard to get out a normal thought.