Jessica gets frisky.

Jessica continued grinding against you with her tits, her hand grasping at your hard cock over you pants while looking up at you hungrily.

"Mmh, well this has to be the best job interview I've ever had." She said and deftly popped open the button on your jeans and unzipping, all the while pressing her breasts against your chest. Her breathing was hot and heavy.

Jessica tugged your pants down just enough to release your hardened manhood, the tip of your cock slapping her on the chin as it popped up, causing a gleeful gasp to escape the beautiful lips of the woman kneeling before you. Now instead of swaying to the rhythm of the music that was still playing, Jess took a hold of your member and began moving her hand to the beat.

You leaned further back in your chair, letting out a deep sigh of pleasure as Jessica lowered her tits to your crotch, spitting on your dick and starting to rub the soft mounds of flesh against the shaft. As the tits wrapped around your cock and slowly began moving along it, Jessica looked up at you and flashed you a naughty smile. An involuntary throaty moan escaped you and you tilted your head back.

Her tits bounced up and down on your cock, Jess pushing them firmly together to make your dick feel as snug as possible. As you reveled in the titfuck, she leaned down and extended her tongue, starting now to lick the tip of your member every time it appeared from between her incredibly soft and firm breasts. The longer she did it, the hornier her own noises became, moans and deep breaths filling the room. Neither of you even noticed it when the music stopped. As you looked down, you saw Jess massaging her breasts while titfucking you, her fingers moving to her nipples every now and then and pinching them roughly, a shock of pleasure going through her body every time she did.

Her eyes met yours as she pulled her head back and shook her hair back away from her face. Her face was twisted in a lustful look of ecstacy, her chin and lips covered in a mixture of pre-cum, saliva and sweat. She didn't care. She stared you right in the eye and moaned loudly, biting her lower lip and bouncing on her knees with your manhood safely wrapped in her luscious tits.