Carry her over to the sofa.

"Hold on to me," he smirked.

"What do you mean?" Jen wondered, her arms and legs were still wrapped around him, only to let out a squeal of surprise when he did a push up to lift both of them before standing up on the bed. "What are you doing?"

"Just moving us to the couch," he replied, cupping her ass for support. He carefully stepped down from the bed, however, his erection was still deeply embedded in her so the redhead let out a grunt when her body lowered down.

"Ooh... my God..." the young bartender gasped as he raised and lowered her on his cock while slowly walking around the sofa. "Don't sit down yet!"

"Oh?"

"I've never been with a man strong enough to fuck me standing up before!" she smiled at him. "Make me cum again..."

"I'll try," he smirked at the challenge.

"Ohfuck... ohGod... ooohyes..." the redhead babbled as she was pistoned up and down on Jonathan's long, thick cock.

It had been a while since Jonathan did weight training so his arms were aching from lifting and lowering the beautiful redhead on his dick but it was a pleasurable pain compared to the eight gruelling weeks of Naval Special Warfare Preparatory School. As soon as he felt she let out an orgasmic cry and felt her pussy spasmed around his shaft, he fell back on the couch with her still skewered on his cock.

"That was amazing," she purred, leaning down to give him an unexpected kiss.

"Thanks..." he sighed.

"You're still hard..." she grinned, teasingly squeezing his dick with her pussy muscles.

"I'm a Navy SEAL, remember?" he chuckled.

"I didn't know that was necessary to punish bad guys!" she giggled.

"Just bad girls..." he winked.

"Speaking of bad girls..." Jen purred as she looked over her shoulder. "Do you want to fuck me on the balcony?"

Jonathan looked around her to see the view of the iconic Hollywood Hills and realized that he had never had sex in public before.