Melissa reached down and squeezed his slick cock, her fingers slippery with their mixed fluids.
"Get on the chair," Reinhardt spoke.
They changed positions. He sat in the leather chair, his cock standing up, wet and shining. Melissa climbed into his lap, facing him. She lowered herself onto him inch by inch, both of them moaning.
The new angle put his cock right against that deep spot inside her.
"Ride me."
Melissa did as she was told. Her hips moved fast, grinding and bouncing. The chair creaked under them. Her tits were in his face, and he took turns sucking each nipple until she cried out.
She was so wet now that every bounce made a loud, sloppy sound.
Schlik… Schlik… Schlok…
"Your pussy is so fucking sloppy. Full of my cum, and you still want more."
"I want all of it."
She rode harder, her nails digging into his chest.
"Fuck me, Lord Reinhardt. Give me your seed."
