Richard's head swam in euphoria as his hand slid Evie's short, leather skirt up around her waist. His massive erection has been swallowed whole by Evie's drenched, tight pussy. He bounced playfully and flexed his member against her light gyrations that enticed his orgasm to build with delicious ease. Moaning softly in baritone as their lips met seductively, Richard reached around Evie and removed her white shirt ... discarding it upon the immaculate floor. His fingers went to work and casually unbuttoned his own powder blue, oxford shirt. More of his hardened chest became exposed as each button unfastened and he opened the shirt wider. The thought of having sex with gorgeous woman had only seemed a fantasy just the day before, yet there sat -- her entrance stretched as it ground upon the width of his flared base.<br/><br/>Breaking the kiss, Richard's hand already behind the woman, reached up and delicately took a handful of her scalp. He didn't yank, simply clenched his fist and gently directed her gaze upward. His lips migrated from Evie's mouth to the soft of her exposed throat, to her firm breasts. Saliva leaked down the contours of her tits, just as her juices began to stream down Richard's balls and pool upon his leather chair. Her nipples felt the adoration his tongue bestowed; all while their moans and lewd groans echoed in the vacuous chambers of Richard's elite study. Climbing upon his lap had been a bold move. Richard had been inclined to discipline her, but instead opted for an alternate approach. As he slowly wedged his mouth into the valley of Evie's breasts, his eyes looked up and spoke.<br/><br/>"You feel so good, Evie. When I'm ready, I'm going to bend you over this desk and take you<b>hard </b>from behind."