On the way home... or to bed

"Of course, ma'am. But I must remind you that I am married and have twelve children."

Diana snorted.

Her hand felt the warm skin beneath her blouse with a delicious touch. There was a new sparkle in her eyes.

'I should have done this sooner. Why is it always sexier with so many clothes in the way?'

"Since when are you married?" Her hands wouldn't stop.

Suddenly she wanted to hug him from behind and run her hands all over his body. It was a shame the bench was in the way.

"Huh, a few days ago. The children will come, of course."

"Um, and the wife?"

"I'm not sure, come to think of it. Would I be a good father?"

"I wonder how many wives you would have to have to have twelve of them?"

"I don't know. I've always seen myself as a one-lady gentleman." It was cliché and terrible.

That man was terrible in his own right, but he still put a smile on her face, and a touch of desire on her lips. Diana's hand finally reached his groin, and she touched it here and there.

Her heart felt agitated as she felt him getting hard under her slender fingers. She could feel the veins pulsing. Imagining that the blood that came from the heart was there gave an incredible, subjective importance to all of that.

"I think you went too far." Diana smiled.

"I see... a six-pack is always the best to match a suit. Congratulations." Hearing his deep sigh, her smile widened.

Her hand and fingers became more incisive, playing a warm instrument.

Suddenly she felt a desire she didn't even know was there. Her tired body seemed to rejoice at something easy, simple and physiological.

Her legs tightened in response to this desire, and she was surprised when she noticed his other hand going down inside her panties.

Her driver seemed unperturbed by her CEO's wishes. For a second, Diana wondered if it was right to lose her façade of dignity like that.

It didn't last long. She continued to touch his erect member, pressing her hand against the fabric of his pants. Her breath flowed lightly in the cold night, her mouth was dry and the movement of the car only made her more excited.

Her heart skipped a beat when he stopped at the traffic light, the windows began to roll up and Diana felt like a bird trapped by her own curiosity. Looking ahead she realized, with relief, that there would be no spectators.

The streets were deserted, it was very late and perhaps she could allow herself to play a little more.

The button on his pants was undone, as she bent over it came out in all its glory, Diana still couldn't believe she had had sex with that man, he was simply too unfair.

Carefully she approached and found a comfortable position, placing her knees on the carpet she licked from the base to the tip. Her body vibrated and her abdomen began to heat up.

Desire was a strange thing, just one look was enough to make her escape from reality and want more. Her fantasies took her to bed, with him on top of her, or her body surrendering on all fours, her back arched, sweat on her thighs, desire in her eyes and her hands sinking into the sheets.

Her mouth moved faster, with latent desire for him. For every part of him, even the most hidden, the most interesting, that pulsed with vigor and heat whenever he saw her naked. She liked it. She enjoyed his balls between her fingers, the head of his penis covered by her tongue and her fingers getting wet inside her panties.

Her driver was still focused on the traffic, driving so peacefully that she trusted him completely. Whether it was to take her home or to bed, Diana felt that she would be well taken care of, so she let herself go and continued to play.

The veins in his penis seemed hotter and more vibrant, her trembling sighs increased. She didn't stop, just for today she would make an effort as her superior.

Thinking about the situation, the young woman smiled, stopping for a moment to play with him.

Truth be told, she was sucking off her boss at that moment. Augusto. The one who had offered most of the investment to the company.

'Does that make me a slut?'

The thought hovered for a few seconds, Diana still didn't stop, her lips kissed, her tongue felt, her body was hot. His fingers were already moving inside her, and her body still wasn't satisfied.

Until a gentle hand stopped in her hair. For a second her mind went blank. It was so sexy, her there in that position, his hand in her hair almost telling her "Don't stop", and yet so gentle.

Touching her hair as if it were threads of pure gold, his fingers played saying "You're mine, take it easy, it's okay".

Diana leaned on her knees, her fingers following the movement of his mouth, and her waist went crazy with the movement of the car. His penis also moved, vibrating in her lips with the veins pulsing and a taste of lust close to ecstasy.

In the end her mouth didn't stop, it received everything while her hair was caressed in a sexual and pleasurable way.

She wanted that man so much that she didn't waste a single drop of her pleasure.