When he was pulling that brunette down along the thick inches, he had expected her to lock up, to choke on so much prick. But she didn’t. If anything he could feel himself being thrust into the tight gullet of her throat. It made him groan, drew his attention to look at her, those full plushy lips wrapped around him. The veins bulging on his thickness. She was taking her time even when the pressure was gone. When she was pulling back, he could sense her tongue working the more sensitive underside. A jerk in her mouth was her reward. He caught her gaze just as he pumped in his load of precum. She was swallowing it, that much was obvious if he felt the suction.<br/><br/>Then, when she released him, she kissed her friend. That made him relax a little more in his seat. This was so insane. He had never expected this when he had dropped in that morning. But he was maneuvering the blonde to the position her friend had just vacated. The pretty lips were opening up as she pushed her lips over him. The way the manicured hand helped him in pulling back those golden locks. He locked his gaze with her as she pushed down. Her mouth was gentler, suction softer, more demure perhaps. But that gentleness was a welcome change from the eagerness with which Skylar had taken this. Her friend was pushing her on though. And he could sense the shake even before he saw it. That made him groan. “Oh fuck!” as his head fell back against the backrest. His eyes closing for a moment as he shivered himself, in pleasure though.<br/><br/>The brunette was teasingly speaking. His eyes opening up and looking at Imari again as her friend told him to watch this. The way her lips pushed slightly inwards when she tried to sheath as much of him as possible, then bulged out slightly when she withdrew. Her slow rhythm was perfect. It made him feel how she was taking each inch, how her tongue was pushing him up to angle him for her throat. He needed this indeed. He wanted her to continue those movements, slow, bobbing of her head, hearing her suction, watching her spit dribble down that fat cock, until he would pump his load into her mouth with forceful spurts, long strands of seed, protein galore for her alone. But he was needy too… for more than this.<br/><br/>The brunette was pushing up then. To kiss him. He pushed his mouth against her with as much eagerness. Their lips mashing together. Imari hummed at the sight, he groaned into the mouth that was offered to him. For a moment, he wanted to pull back, Skylar felt that too. But her hand was coming up to settle against his jawline. She held him, so he wouldn’t pull back from those lips. His eyes closed again as he pushed himself harder against the lips. Imari would feel his hand, just below the hand of the brunette, tugging on her harder, to gain more depth. Holding her down for a moment in appreciation of her hum. That cock bulging in her mouth, jerking to spew forth more precum.<br/><br/>He had no idea what a being Skylar truly was. That it was something special, that she had turned his chief of staff when she had suddenly appeared at one of his rally’s. She had turned from a very held back and private person into something more open… or at least somewhat, cause she had always retained her professionality. When Imari lifted herself off him for a moment, she would see that shaft pulse in front of her. A frustrated moan escaping the man above it as Skylar pulled back. She was lapping at his lips as Imari was pulled up.<br/><br/>But as Imari was tugged up by the hand of the brunette, the man spoke. “No…” was it a mere whisper that left his lips? Then it came back harder “No…” as his hand was in the blonde hairs like holding a ponytail. Tugging her back down. A tug of war over the blonde? She was guided to that cock again. Without ceremony that thick mushroom shaped cone was pushing against her full lips. He had pulled back his lips from Skylars insistent tonguing, looking her in the eye while he guided Imari. No matter that Imari had summoned her, she seemed to be the top bitch of the two of them. As soon as Imari would open her mouth to let him in, his eyes would squeeze slightly closed, but still looking at Skylar through the slits.<br/><br/>His hand in her hair was dropping down, to her lower back, pulling her up slightly, no matter that Imari was in the way. She was the one in the skirt. Fully dressed still. Perhaps he should go for foreplay, but he wanted something else. This brunette had frustrated him to no end in the last few months. It was time for something different. “Get up Skylar… god… fuck…” as his eyes slipped to Imari for a second, before looking at the brunette once more. “Slip… Ah… Ah…” as he was forcing Imari to speed up. “Those panties aside… ride that cock…”. His hips were angling downward slightly, pushing up by pushing his shoulderblades into the backrest, his feet firmly on the ground to balance the insistent pushes of his hips. It was quickly escalating to fucking the blondes mouth like this.