He doesn't move so she can't exactly get away

"Yes sir?" she was surprised to hear him say. Was it his agent?

"Where and when?" Did he have a gig, maybe an impromptu concert?

"Any special instructions?" He asked, pulling his penis from between her breasts, but not moving away. Without his hands pushing them together Amanda could feel her breasts part, resuming their natural position beneath her halter top. The sticky cum between them spread out between them, a liquid mass ready to dribble whichever way gravity took it.

"Right. I think I can handle that," he said, his free hand toying with her nipple through the thin blue fabric of her top, switching to the other when it hardened.

"I'll give you a call when it's done," he said, finally moving away from Amanda as he hung up.

Their eyes met as he looked down at her, but it was clear he wasn't really seeing her as he thought something over. Amanda stared up at him for a few seconds as if to ask if he needed anything else, then she awkwardly rolled over, propping herself up on the bed with her elbows. The cum between her tits began to slowly making its way down her cleavage toward her stomach.

"I think I could use your help," he said thoughtfully.

"What? You want to fuck me?" she asked, her mind grasping at the obvious.

Ross chuckled, and squeezed his balls and dick, milking the remaining cum to the tip before surprising her by swiping it across her cheek. "Nope. I've gotta go cover for Ross and I need a second person."

"A second...? Cover for Ross? But..." she stammered. "If you're not Ross then who are you?"