I do my best

You bend all the way down to his cock, arching your back to take just enough weight off your hips so that he can breath freely again. You swallow his flaccid member, taking loud gulps and letting your plump wet limps massage it back to life. It stirs, but you are an impatient woman.

He isn't eating you anymore. You look back and find him struggling to crane his head in every direction. He wants to see something. You want to encourage him, but you don't want to make it too easy, so you raise your hips slowly, bobbing your ass from side to side and swiping your soft golden cheeks against his face. With your hips in the air he has the view he wants. You are sucking his now ridged cock as your heavy breasts bounce against his stomach.

He sits up and reaches for you, and you **** his head back to the desk by squashing it with your wet pussy. Twice more he tries, and twice more you deny him. You aren't even sure what he's trying to do, but you're enjoying not letting him do it. His dick is twitching with ever effort. He tries one final time. This time, he smashes his face into your still arched ass, jamming his tongue in your pussy as he immediately starts his feast. His hands reach around your hips and just barely reach your breasts. He's trying to grope them but he's struggling just to hold on and his grip is more forceful than you like.

If he likes your tits so much you'll give them to him on your terms. You swat his hands away, forcing him fully prone to envelop his cock with your enormous ripe swell. As soon as his receptive shaft senses your soft flesh he begins humping frantically. You and your breasts bounce on his hips, and your own lust is thrilled by his panicked thrusts. You mash your pussy onto hips lips. His piston hips do not abate and his mouth joins them, frantically devouring every square inch of your dripping sex.

The joint feelings of his rock hard cock between your tawny lobes and his erratic tongue on your snatch electrify you, but before you can find satisfaction, a jet of hot liquid leaps from your cleavage. You are so ill balanced holding your breasts together that two more shots find your face and hair before you can get away. This is not something you normally allow.

You are enraged, and incapable of making a logical decision.