You and Ivanka clean up
From Create Your Own Story
You both stay still for a while, both coming down from each others highs. Your the first to move, stuffing your cock back in your pants and re-buckling your belt. Ivanka follows suit, standing up straight and fixing her dress. Your sad to see her ass hidden from view, and give it a playful grope. She laughs and swats your hand away, then makes sure her breasts are adequately covered. After re-tightening your tie and putting your shoes back on, you sit back in your chair and relax.
"You didn't have to cum down my throat," Ivanka jokes, breaking the silence. She is currently fixing her hair, which had fallen into disarray.
"No, I didn't," you reply, grinning, "But I know how much you like it."
She smiles as she perfects her bun. "How's your wife?"
"Three months pregnant," you reply, rolling up to your desk and straightening the papers. "Everything looks good, but she's rarely in the mood anymore."
"At least when you fuck, you cum," she growls. She goes to her purse and pulls out a make-up kit. Trying to hide the last few minutes exertions, she begins to apply a bit here and there.
"Jared not giving you any attention?" You asked. Despite fucking his wife, you bore no ill will towards Jared Kushner.
"Worse, we do it almost every night. Apparently all this new power has made him horny as hell. I love him, I really do, but every night I'm finishing myself off under the covers. Sometimes I don't even bother."
"Well, same time tomorrow, Mrs. Trump?" you reply, getting a laugh from your "business associate."
"Yes, Mr. Garvey. We have much to discuss." With that, she left, her ass swaying behind her. You were a lucky man.
With little real work to do, you contemplate how to spend the day. After a few minutes you hear Keann return from her lunch. You could always call her in. And of course there was always the internet.
