He's sitting up in his chair, leaning back just enough for me to straddle his lap, facing away from him, and take him into me. He reaches one hand up maul my breast, the other arm wraps around my waist, pulling me close to him, showing me how he wants me to move. When my breath starts catching and my hips rock in fast, demanding circles, the hand at my breast presses hard, prinning me against his chest. The other slides across my stomach, down to where he can rub my clit and tickle me right where his dick is sliding in and out of me. When I finally cum, I feel like I'm flying.

He says he particularly likes it when we move the full length mirror in front of the chair. As much as I hate to admit it, I just can't manage to keep my eyes open to appreciate that part .