Enough Foreplay, ride him
From Create Your Own Story
You suddenly stand and step out of your panties one leg after the other, Charlie watching your long stocking and boot clad legs in amazement. You step to either side of the chair with each leg and place your arms around his neck as you lower yourself into his lap, filling yourself slowly to the hilt with him as he gasps. He reaches up to fondle your tits as you start to gyrate your hips forward and back on him, enjoying the feel of him inside you and his smell. After about a minute of your writhing slowly on him, he wraps his hands around your tiny waist and begins to lift you up and down on his rod, impaling you repeatedly as you murmur and mewl in ecstasy, whipping your long hair around and putting one finger in your mouth where your red lips surround it. You make intense eye contact with him.
The chair slides a bit on the floor as the pace increases. "Unhh.. uh... unnmmm" you moan as you fuck Charlie's brains out, riding him in the chair. Suddenly you climax in what feels like an explosion as he bottoms out in you. You stop and shudder and he pulls you in to lick your tits as you shake.
You regain your composure and stand, then turn to face away from Charlie and step between his legs before sitting and again spearing yourself on him. His hands wander and grab your tanned ass as you bounce on him and he moans in pleasure. You move your legs together so you are sitting on his lap, his cock in you as you bounce. You arch your back to lean back against him as you ride him and his hands come around to grip your bouncing tits. His breath quickens and you intensify your pace as the chair continues to slide inch by inch across the marble floor. You feel him tense and you quickly lurch forward off of him before he can come. You nonchalantly start to gather your clothes and dress as his heavy breathing subsides and he looks down at his twitching cock. He looks up at you blankly and says nothing as you turn away and continue gathering yourself. Your hear a loud thud and turn to see him collapsed in a pile at the foot of the chair, collapsed in a puddle of his own semen. "The tabloids would love this" you think as you pull his head up and snap a shot of him with your makeup camera. You fix the bow back in your hair and straighten your clothing.
Now that Charlies is dealt with, you can either head out onto the balcony, or try to get back to the elevator, but you doubt the guards will let you wander this floor freely.
