Champagne poured freely. The long table against the wall was artfully arranged with delicate festive-themed canapés. A model of the MNY building had ...een built out of gingerbread, exuberantly decorated and stood in pride of place. Nia elbowed me surreptitiously.“Lois, I don’t even know what to say to these people.”“Say what you want. Nobody’s gonna recognise us.”It was true. A lot of the guests were from outside of the company; corporate donors, models, fashion photographers and well-placed. He was stroking his cock and grinding his nuts all the way in as I sucked and rolled them around my mouth with my tongue. I could feel his warm pre-cum on my forehead as he rocked back and forth on my face. My cock was throbbing. After a few minutes he lifted up, cock in hand, and placed the head of his dick on my mouth and rubbed it around on my lips and the tip of my tongue. His seemingly endless stream of pre-cum was streaming into my eager mouth. He fed his cock further in, leaned. Her body was demanding to be mated!Pushing the men's room door open hard enough to dent the wall, Karen continued to kiss the young man as she guided him into a stall and closed the door behind her. As soon as the lock clicked she stepped away and pushed the boy back until he fell right on the toilet seat.She licked her lips and eyed the bulge in the young man's jeans as she gestured for him to stay put. She began stripping slowly, peeling her body out of the cocktail dress."Damn you’re really. Thanks to my position, she only aided in my quest to fully bury myself inside of her. She yelped slightly as she felt me push past the rugged fleshiness of her sex and neared the barrier to her womb. Between moaning and faint-heartedly whispering “stop” she would occasionally try to raise herself. I remedied this by taking possession of both of her hands and holding them behind her as I thrust harder and deeper inside of her tunnel. For minutes she would do nothing but gasp and clasp and moan.