Good Morning, Mr. President

"Good morning, love" I say, as I straddle his thighs. "Morning, darling" he says with groan, as I roll my wet heat against his bulge. The only material between us is his black boxers brief, while I am only wearing a silk night dress that rides up my hips while I am straddling his cock.

In a swift moment, he has me on my back as he settles between my thighs. I gasp as he thrust against my entrance, and can feel the wet spot I leave on his briefs. He begins to trails kisses down my throat, and begins to move the thin straps of my night dress down my arm. I wrap my legs around his hips and begin to slowly roll my hips against him, while small whimpers leaves me.

A knock sounds on the door, just as his lips wrap around my hard nipples. "Mr President, there's two hour to the air force one takes of and an hour to the send off breakfast at the palace", a female voice says on the other side of the door, a groan comes from Seth "alright" he growls in response. He attacks my lips with his mouth, and lowers the top of the dress down to my waist so both my breast is free.

He begins to make slow circles with his tongue around my nipples, while he uses the other hand to knead my breast. He's tongue makes me wetter, and soft moans leave my mouth as he switches his attention to my other breast. The feeling of his other hand traveling down my stomach, using two fingers to spread my wet folds before pushing both fingers inside me "oh God" I groan. "That's it" he whispers while stretching me out.

{Disclaimer english is my second language so there might be some type-os}