Pleasure him

Sara slowly started stroking his dick, licking her lips in anticipation. Grunting quietly at her stimulation, the billionaire's hands wondered round to pull back her dress and expose her spherical EE breasts. They seemed to defy their own weight, and give way perfectly to Charles's fingers, finding that magical balance between firmness and softness. Meanwhile Sara brought in her second hand to massage his balls, fondling them in time with her languid strokes. As Musa bent down to kiss her shoulder, she leaned into his strong body, slowly accelerating her handjob. Sensing it wasn't enough, Sara gave him another kiss, her tongue briefly scouting the inside of his mouth, before she withdrew and placed her lips over his ebony masterpiece. She began sliding her head back and forth, and Charles tilted his head back as he felt her tongue doing things more incredible than any girl had done to him before. Sometimes he could even swear it was wrapped several times around his girth, even though he knew that was impossible. As she accelerated her bobbing to deep-throat him with expertise, he felt pressure building in his groin, pleasure building from her fondling of his conkers. Even a man of his experience couldn't hold out long, and he warned her he was ready to cum. Her dark eyes grinning, Rodriguez released his shaft, and started jerking it at a breakneck pace, parting her wet lips in anticipation. With a groan, the billionaire released his load over the Hispanic bombshell, two good ropes of semen coating her high cheekbones, arched eyebrows, applying a sludgy white layer to her previously impeccable makeup.

"Mmm, delicious," cooed Sara, sampling his batter. His legs unsteady, Charles wordlessly took a seat, his dick already beginning to fall flaccid. As he caught his breath, Sara wiped off her face with some tissues.

"I might need a while after that," panted Charles. "I haven't cum like that for years."

"Don't worry, baby," beamed the beauty, extracting an unmarked white pill from her handbag. "Try some of this. A little pick-me-up."

"What is it?" asked the big man, not disinterested.

Sara's lip curled in a seductive smirk. "Don't you trust me?"

"Not in the slightest," grinned Charles, taking the pill and swallowing it, never breaking their lustful eye contact. His grin broadened, until his eyes rolled back into his head and he slumped **** in his chair.

Peeping her head out the door, Sara asked the two bodyguards to come help, claiming the billionaire's drink must have been spiked or something. As they hurried past her, she punched each of them in the back of the head with a concussive **** totally out of proportion to her build. Both hulking men toppled to the ground, **** from a single blow.