A little fuck before golf...

"James..." Tara breathes. Her hands are pressing your cock against her slit, heedless of the layers of cloth between.
You can afford to be a little late.
Your lips meet hers and her hands start fumbling at your shorts, popping button and pulling zipper as your tongue swirls in her now familiar mouth. She moans as she hooks her thumbs around your waistband, pushing down until your shorts and boxers are piled around your ankles.
"Breakfast was so tasty..." she says as she drops to her knees. "But I didn't get my fill.." she hungrily plunges onto your cock, going all the way to the throat in one move that makes your eyes pop and elicits a gag from her, followed by a trickle of spit leaking from the corner of her mouth.
"Jesus... easy girl. Don't hurt your....ssssssssoooofuck......" she's bobbing, dick head lodged in her throat, gagging and spitting and rubbing your balls.
You try not to just unload right away, but it's difficult. You'd never admit it to Jenna, but Tara has oral skills on a level you've never experienced before.
"Ah.... I love how you make my eyes water, James..." she strokes your cock and smiles up at you, tears and spit mingling on her face. She straightens back up, turning around and peeling down her shorts and panties, bending over the counter as she does. You probe her wet folds with two fingers.
"Take me, big boy." She turns her head to wink at you over her shoulder. "Take that tight pussy, it's yours. Fuck your little whore, James."
Without any hesitation, you spear your cock into that tight hole. You grunt at the resistance of her wet visegrip, and she wails a little, still not used to your girth. The powerful rhythm of your thrusts is crushing her against the island in no time, and her wetness is soon sliding down her thighs as you pound her senseless.
"Ohboyyeahbabyfuckme...shitt......" she's incoherent as you re-arrange her interior, gripping her shoulders to really get deep with every thrust.
"Fuck baby. You're so tight... you're gripping me so goodddd......" you stop short of just exploding right then and there. Tara turns, kissing you and rubbing your cock with one hand.
"What do you want, James? I'm your fuck doll." She whispers in your ear.