He's hard again. I want to fuck him dry

You put your feet on his shoulders and kick him away before bending over your desk to remove everything from it. He latches on to you from behind, clawing at your breasts and slamming his rock hard cock into the juicy crevice of your ass cleavage. You pry him off and push him away, directing him to lie down on the desk. He does so without every taking his eyes off your beautiful love pillows.

You straddle him. His cock fills you as you slide your hips back. You run your hands up and down his torso as you rock gently on his stiff prick, but when he reaches up for your breasts you swat his hand away impudently. You sit straight up on his shaft and gyrate your hips, and his eyes follow your swinging orbs like a hypnotist's watch.

You bounce your generous, soft ass on his cock. It fills you perfectly with each stroke and you find the warm rhythm extremely gratifying. You also find the needy look in his eyes gratifying, and you tease him by taking long sucks on the breasts he covets. As he gets more impatient, he begins thrusting forward with his knees, each time breaking your posture towards himself and getting a quick lap at one of your massive olive tits. Eventually you fall forward enough that he is able to clasp you about the waist like a baby chimp, and he swallows one of your nipples whole.

He lurches. You shake. He grunts. You moan. The phone rings. You don't answer. You just lie there, letting him fill you and stroking his hair as he sleepily sucks on your nipples.

This peaceful sight is disrupted by a knock at the door. It's your next interview.