I am sitting in your dressing room after your shoot waiting for you to return. Just relaxing in your chair while checking on my phone to kill time so we can head out to dinner. Engrossed in my phone, I don’t even notice you entering the room. You walk up behind me taking me by surprise as you firmly grasp my shoulders and begin massaging them.
You walk around and sit on my lap, straddling me. The only sound in the room is my phone falling to the ground. Straddling me, you toss your arms over my shoulders and just gaze into my eyes. My eyes tracing every inch of you as you sit in my lap wearing a short skirt with nothing underneath and a white button-down shirt. My hands move up to rest on you hips, grabbing them firmly. You slide your hands down my chest all the way to my pants as you slowly unzip them. Reaching in you pull me free and begin stroking slowly while not breaking eye contact for a second. Immediately I let out a gasp then followed by a moan. Both from shock and how incredible your soft hand feels.
Your hand gripping me softly and moving slowly from the base to tip. Your stare becoming more intense as you coax me to become fully erect for you, a primal hunger needing to be sated. Finally, I regain some sort of composure, my hands glide up from your hips to your shirt. Undoing the buttons, one by one before parting your shirt and exposing the beautiful view. Your beautiful full breasts on display and fully erect nipples thanks to your black shelf bra giving them the perfect support. Slight moans occasionally escape me as your soft hands continue to explore my now rock-hard shaft while my hands explore and caress your chest.
Unable to wait any longer, you toss your shirt to the floor, lift your hips just enough before lowering them as I slide right in. Our eyes still locked as we both let out moans, clearly needing so much more. Your hands now free from my shaft, grasp the arm rests of the chair as you lean back slightly and begin to rock your hips. Your head falling back as your eyes closed, letting the sensations consume you. My eyes wandering you as you rock your hips back and forth, wave after wave of pleasure surging through my body. Your perfume is intoxicating and entrancing, fruity and light yet somehow powerful and demanding attention.
You lean back up and immediately our eyes lock, a visible hunger that you need MORE! I wrap my arms around you, pulling you in tight. Your breasts pressed against my chest as our lips now lock. Kissing deeply, tongues dancing across each other. I stand up, burying myself in you and walk over to your dressing table. Gently setting you down and that being the moment that gentle has vanished from through. Your hands grip the edge of the table bracing you, your back now pressed against the mirror as I drive into you forcefully making the entire table shake with each thrust. Miscellaneous items falling from the desk with every thrust, our moans becoming louder, the desk slamming into the wall. Neither of us paying any attention to the items that fall or that if the desk will break, only that we need to be sated. Repeatedly, I pull out just to the very tip only to drive every inch back into you. Our moans filling the room, your perfume the only thing I can smell.
Finally, you needing control. You press your palm against my chest and shove me back. Staring into my eyes, you grab my arm and pull me to you only to twist and press me against the desk. You get on your knees and without hesitation your hand wraps around the base of my shaft and your lips slide down to meet your hand. You take me forcefully, devouring me as your hand works in unison. I’m unable to do anything but moan at how amazing it feels. Every once in a while, your hand slipping away so you can take all of me. You can feel me throbbing, needing you. Lipstick now staining my slacks and shaft. I am now marked as your toy, one who can fill that primal need in you. You look up as you continue. Locking eyes as I am moaning loudly for you. My hands grasping the desk tightly. You close your eyes and tilt your head forward slightly before you take in every inch of me. Staying there for a moment. Your lips firmly wrapped around as you slowly lift your head and sit back. Gazing into my eyes just daring me for more.
Reaching down and grasping your hand I gently help you up to your feet. Taking a moment to kiss you deeply. Then stepping around you and pressing you against the desk, my hand gently pressing against the middle of your back forcing you to brace yourself against the desk. I lift your skirt and slide myself in, inch by slow inch sending wave after wave crashing through your body. My hands now firmly grasping your hips, your reflection in the mirror providing the most amazing view. Every thrust faster and more forceful than the last. Harder and harder making the desk shake violently. Your moans filling the room as I take you right there, driving into your forcefully over and over. You can feel me swollen and throbbing deep inside you. Spasms and shakes begin traveling through your body with every thrust, lasting longer than the time between thrusts giving you no time to recover. My hands squeeze even tighter, pulling your waist to me as I slam into you.
Moans turning to screams of pleasure, surely someone can hear but neither of us can even think to care. Your entire body begins to tremble and shake. The wonderful ecstasy of an orgasm washing over you. One hand releasing your hip and sliding up your body to your breasts. Holding it firmly, I moan loudly as you can feel me pulsing and violently erupt inside you. Each slow yet forceful thrust causing me to erupt more. One final thrust, burying every inch of me inside you. You stand upright, pressing your back against my chest as my arms wrap around you. We stand there gasping for air completely spent and weak. I let go of you and fix up my clothes. You let out a sigh of relief and go to lean against the desk, suddenly two of the legs collapse and I quickly catch you. We erupt in laughter and I whisper, “we should probably get out of here quickly”.
You grab your shirt on and quickly button it before we head out of the room. Walking to my car, eventually passing by the crew cleaning up the set. As much as we tried fixing our clothes to look innocent, the clear red smudges of lipstick on my crotch betraying us as we leave.