The meeting room emptied, leaving Chelsea perched on the edge of the conference table with a knowing smirk. She wore a crisp white blouse stretched tight across her full breasts, the top buttons undone to hint at a lacy black bra beneath, paired with a sleek black pencil skirt that clung to her hips and accentuated the curve of her ass, finished with sheer stockings and sharp heels. "So, was it hard having me in the room?" she asked, her cheeky grin flashing as she crossed her legs. I nodded, heat rising, and she laughed softly. "Then let me make it less hard for you."
Without hesitation she slid to her knees, unzipping me with confident fingers and freeing my already hard cock. Her mouth was crude and eager, tongue swirling as she took me deep in a sloppy blowjob, one hand stroking the base while the other gripped my thigh. "Mmm, you taste like trouble," she murmured around me, her eyes locked on mine with bold amusement. I groaned as she worked faster, and when I came she swallowed some of the cum before gagging, the rest dribbling over her face in thick strands.
Chelsea wiped her face clean with a tissue, still grinning wickedly. "I'm home alone later," she whispered, then slipped from the room like nothing had happened. That evening I arrived at her sprawling modern villa in Forbes Park, all glass walls and manicured gardens overlooking the city. She greeted me in the same blouse and skirt, now slightly rumpled, the fabric whispering against her skin as she led me inside.
In her sleek bedroom she turned to face me, strong and unhurried. I peeled off her blouse first, revealing the delicate black bra that cupped her breasts perfectly; she arched an eyebrow but let it happen, her breathing quickening. The skirt followed, sliding down to expose matching panties that were already damp, and she stepped out of them with a teasing sway of her hips. Her bra came next, straps slipping from her shoulders as I unclasped it, her full breasts spilling free, and finally the panties, which I tugged down to find her pussy glistening. She watched me with a sharp, appraising smile the whole time, clearly enjoying the control she still held.
Naked, Chelsea was stunning: athletic curves, toned legs leading to a firm ass, perky breasts with dusky nipples, and a smooth, inviting pussy that made my mouth water. "Stunning," I breathed. She pulled me onto the bed, straddling my hips for heated foreplay—her hands roaming, lips nipping at my neck while she ground her wet pussy against my hard cock, both of us growing slick and panting. "I'm ready," she declared, voice husky and commanding, guiding me inside her.
The penetration was exquisite, her tight, dripping pussy clenching around my cock like velvet heat as I thrust deep. Chelsea moaned loudly, riding me with fierce rhythm, her ass slapping against my thighs while we fucked each other to shattering orgasms, sweating and panting, her cries mixing with mine as she came hard around me. Afterward we lay tangled, catching our breath, and she murmured, "That was incredible—sharp, filthy, and exactly what I needed."
"But don't think we're done yet," she added with a wicked spark in her eye.
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