Veevee wants to start slow

"Slow or fast, lover?" Veevee asked Jordan as she swung her leg around to straddle him, excitement tinging her words.

"It's your fantasy, Veevee. However you want," Jordan said with a smile.

Veevee reached back around and poised Jordan's cock at her entrance, stirring it round her wet, swollen lips. "It turns me on to think you got a new desk just for me," she said.

"Babe, you are so worth it," Jordan said. "Even once a week, I get more from you than a lot of men get from their wife."

Veevee laughed and took a deep breath. "I've got a lot to give," she said. "The more I give, the more I have."

"Babe," Jordan said. "I'm so happy I can be your man today." Veevee sank down onto his shaft. "Babe, oh!"

"Is that what you wanted, boss?" Veevee asked.

"You're in charge, Mrs. Menard," he said.

Veevee bent forward. "Squeeze the girls," she said, shaking her breasts.

"Yes, ma'am," Jordan said, reaching up, palms forward. "Lovely, lovely pair." His office was warm with the summer afternoon, and their two hot naked bodies radiated against each other. He breathed in deeply. The scent of sex, sweat and seed was thick in his nostrils. There was a tinge of meaty bitterness in his mouth from tongue-fucking Veevee's ass. Damn, did she go off like a rocket from that.

"Ahh, ahh," Veevee sighed. She closed her eyes and enjoyed Jordan's hands on her breasts, rocking her hips as she rode him gently. "Ohhh."

"So glad you came by on your way home," Jordan said, giving her a double-palmed squeeze.

"Busy cruise," Veevee said. "Got me all warmed up." She opened her blue eyes and smiled, looking into Jordan's brown ones. "Hank remembered it was your day."

"Gotta love that man," Jordan said.

"He takes good care of me," Veevee said. She sank down and shook her hips, tugging at the base of his cock.

"Babe," Jordan said as Veevee rode him. "Oh, babe." He closed his eyes. "So sweet being inside you."

"Okay, gotta sit up," Veevee said. Jordan lowered his hands and let her rise up. "Stay right there." She put her hands on the desk and adjusted her position until her feet were flat. "Gonna give this desk a real test."

Jordan lay back, watching Veevee with a soft smile on his face as she worked up into a fast ride.

Outside on the reception couch, Hank blinked awake from his doze. After some quiet, Veevee and Jordan were well into their second round. He heard Veevee moaning in time with a rhythmic thump, thump, thump with an undertone of grinding and creaking. Sounded like they were giving the furniture a real work-out.