Silverman's Tits

"You know what." You reply.

She smiles, slowly, as she unclasps her dress from around her shoulders, and smoothly rolls down the top of her form-tight garment until her ample breasts are unveiled. She stops, and her smile broadens, as she daintily steps around the desk with a fiercely sexy look in her eyes.

With little preamble, she drops to her knees before you, and unclasps your belt. Your stiff rod bursts from your briefs, and precum dribbles from it at the sight of the buxom American woman wantonly licking her lips before you.

You watch, mesmerised, as the comedian makes eye contact with you. A small bead of saliva drips from the corner of her mouth as, without breaking eye contact, she slowly takes hold of your cock and juts her breasts out. One at a time, she braces her satin-like tits either side of your member, wedging it between them. Your dick now sandwiched between her beautiful globes, she wraps her arms about them and begins slowly jacking her body up and down your rigid member, never breaking eye contact - her smirk never faltering.

"Do you like that, boss?" she sneers, "Do you like defiling my tits?"

The slow strokes of her body begin ramping up in speed, until she is jacking your cock with just her mammoth, silk-soft tits. Her nipples stick up proudly from her bust, and you reach out to tweak them, tightly. She moans, and her ministrations speed up.

"Do you want to come on my tits, boss? Or do you want to cum in my asshole, like I'm a good little street whore?" She knows you well enough that the drawling American dirty talk has you nearing the precipice of your climax.

"I'll be a good little slut and take it however you'll give me it, but please give me it, boss, because I need it."

She licks her lips again, a small beading of sweat now formed on her face from tendering to your gargantuan meet.

"I need it." She repeats.