He takes what he can get

"Hell yeah!"

Steve began to unbutton his pants frantically.

"Shhh, calm down. Be a little classy about it. No rush." Cassie told him.

She put a low jazzy song on her phone and started to stretch and pose in front of him, slowly getting into the groove of a freeform rhythmic dance. Her hands wandered over her own body, clutching and twisting the fabric of her shirt in ways that threatened to make its flimsy spaghetti straps pop off, but they never quite did.

Steve watched and stroked himself at a leisurely pace. His cock was surprisingly decent size, 7 or 8 inches, and Cassie smiled salaciously whenever she looked at it in the course of her dance.

"Do you like what you see?", she asked.

"Yes... I love it..." Steve said, his attention not much on his words.

She stopped for a moment and placed her hands on hips, pouting.

"Well if that's all you have to say, I don't know you're really enjoying this."

Steve's eyes widened before he took the hint.

"I fucking love seeing your jugs spilling out of your sluttly little top for me to look at," Cassie nodded in satisfaction and started to dance again. Encouraged, he went on, "I get hard enough to cut glass when I watch your sexy ass gyrating in front of me in those tight little shorts. Your body is an absolute masterpiece. You can't hide it under all the old lady clothes you usually wear, it's obvious you've got a porn star body. Since the moment we met I wanted to see it all. To caress you, to squeeze you, to fuck you and cum inside of you."

His breathing was ragged now. Cassie locked her eyes on his and watched his mounting flush as he came close to orgasm.

"Mmmmm, Steve, if you sounded like this all the time maybe you'd have a chance of actually doing that."

"Fuck you, Cassie. Get on your knees so I can cum on your big juicy tits."

A previously unknown steel filled his voice, desire, desperation, and an edge of recklessness. The words echoed in Cassie's head and drove a spike in her heartbeat.

She got down on her knees in front of Steve and pushed her breasts together with her hands, presenting her whole ample cleavage for him.

"Not my face and not my hair. You'd better aim carefully," she said and waited expectantly.

In seconds Steve's cumshot, surprisingly large like his cock itself, hit her in the chest, splattering her pale mounds with thick translucent jizz. A second, smaller spurt, landed on her shirt. Steve stood above her, softening cock still in hand, a look of almost goofy pleasure on his face.

Cassie stood up slowly, making a show of admiring the cum dribbling down her chest, into her cleavage.

"Glad you had a good time," she said and winked, "now I'm going to clean this off and head home. Don't forget to send me the new study videos you promised."