The First Lady

The First Lady spends her days alone in the residence while her husband buries himself in politics. Her body aches for attention, her large breasts pressing against silk blouses, her round ass swaying in fitted skirts. The President's assistant arrives with instructions to keep her entertained, but the moment he steps through the door her eyes drop to his mouth, then lower. She leads him upstairs without a word. On the bed her robe falls open. He takes her nipple in his mouth, sucks hard, then trails kisses down her stomach until his tongue finds her wet center. She moans, fingers in his hair. Later she turns around, offering that full ass. He grips her hips and slides deep, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the quiet room. When he pulls out she drops to her knees, lips wrapping around his cock, taking him to the back of her throat. She works him slow and wet, saliva glistening on her chin. Finally she leans back, feet lifted, soles pressed to his chest. He fucks her that way, watching her toes curl with every thrust until both of them come hard.