Anne comes riding a cock smeared with lawyer pussy

"Let me do the work, Joe." Anne says. "You've fucked your lawyer and my lawyer into happy puddles of spunk and cunt juice, AND carried me like a bride. My turn now. Just sit while I show off for the honorable lawyer ladies. Let me ride this cock that's defeated two lawyers. Fucked to happy puddles. Just me left. Your wife. And I am perfectly capable of fucking myself." Anne takes a breath. "On you, Mr. Campion."

It's still a little shiver when you hear that. She's talking a little ahead, but soon you're marrying Anne and taking her name.

Anne reaches down and grabs your shaft, holding it on target.

You never thought you'd be marrying a redhead. Marrying your boss. Marrying a rich divorcée angry at her cheating husband. Marrying with a pre-nup. Marrying a woman fourteen years older than you. Marrying a woman who was gleeful and eager to watch you slamming dick into her friends.

A woman who would never fall for the tricks in the Pickup Artists' Guide.

"Ohhhh," Anne sighs. "So big and hard. Your third go, Joe. My god what a catch you are."

"How did I get so lucky?" you say as Anne slides up and down your dick.

"God I wish you could fuck two babies into me, Joe. That would show my useless prick of an ex. He and the crazy bitch are going to have a mewling brat. A pile of mewling brats. You and me, ah, ah, ah." Anne's voice trails off into panting as she rides you harder.

You can feel Anne's muscles squeezing down on your shaft as she rides. She grips the back of the chair behind your shoulders. The chair squeaks with the strength of her grip. Better she's not grabbing your actual shoulders.

"Oh Joe," Anne moans. "Grab my arse. Yes. Nice and tight. Hold onto me, let me fuck it all out. Fuck me 'til I stink of lawyer cunt, hah, oh God Joe, oh God Joe, oh. Oh Ulva watch me come, you sharp bitch, you lovely bitch, you prick hound, oh Edith, thank you, you too. you brought me my lovely Joe!"

You tilt your hips, grinding up at Anne, holding on to her hard-muscled buttocks, as she rides you into a big orgasm on your cock, her stiff nipples dragging over your chest, her dark red hair against your cheek, her brassy trumpet of climax loud in your ear.

"Anne," you say, groaning her name as your balls twitch and pump another load into the woman Fate had picked, and both of you had said... "Yes yes yes."

You get the lawyers home safely. Anne is still asleep when you get back to your cruddy little apartment. You shower together and talk about today and tomorrow and your plans.

"It's brilliant that I'm marrying a man who can keep up with me," Anne says. "And has enough to share. God I love seeing you fuck a snooty bitch into a puddle. Haha Ulva. Or giving a nice horny bitch what she needs. What she's gagging for. Sarabeth and Edith, well fucked, Joe."

On the other hand, maybe Anne was a bit of a walking Pickup Artist herself. With you as her weapon. You'll allow it.

"Anyone else on your list, Ms. Campion?" you ask, your cock twitching.

"Oh you. Wait, maybe."

Choose three: Anne cums, no trouble, +1 Forward on your next Move.

You have Hard +2 (with Fucking Huge), Hot +2 (with Charming), Cool 0, Control -1, and the Character Move Group Sex.

Take +1 XP as Anne comes on your cock.
You have 3 XP.

Take +1 Forward to STALK HER (including Anne as your wingwoman, using GROUP SEX).