You cum down Carrie's throat. Then business calls.

"MMM..." Carrie moans as you grab each side of her face and start to fuck it, your dick sliding to the back of her throat as you cum down it, nearly **** her with the sheer volume of your load.

"Cough, cough...that's good stuff baby..." she whispers as she gathers herself and starts to swallow it down, and making out with you as you remove your dick from her mouth.

"MMM...come on baby...stick that thing back inside me...you know how much I need it..." she whispers to you as you lay her flat on her back and start to kiss her neck, working your way down to her tits and starting to suck on them as you prepared to slide your dick back into her.

"Carrie...my phone's ringing baby...I should get it..." you whisper to her as she lifts her hips off the bed and impales herself on your dick, almost apologizing for the business call as she playfully pouts on the bed.

"This is good news indeed, thanks," you say to the person on the phone, drawing Carrie's interest when she realizes it probably concerns her, "yes, I will tell her. She's here with me now. And no, we're not ready to talk about that yet."

"What is it John? Good news for me?" she teases you, running her hands along your arm as she pulls you on top of her and begins to make out with you.

"You know how you wanted to get more of a foothold in Hollywood Carrie?" you ask her, knowing that's what had brought her to your office in the first place and set everything that had happened between the two of you since in motion, "well...how would you like the chance to prove it?"