The Adventures of Matt Ford: Cannes

[TPG]

The Adv. of Matt Ford: Cannes
with Ivanka Trump and Anne Hathaway
The Pornographer
(MF, BJ, voy, rim, anal, drugs)


This FICTIONAL story contains graphic sexual situations, if you are under age or easily offended STOP READING!

It was around this time that I was asked to accompany Conrad to a construction site in San Diego where there he was putting the finally touches to a very lucrative deal between himself and New York Real Estate mogul Donald Trump. It was there I was introduced to "The Donald" for the first time, and more importantly his beautiful blonde daughter Ivanka Trump.

Right away Ivanka and I immediately hit it off and to my amusement she was clearly taken with me as she openly flirted. It was then the four of us headed out to a local restaurant for lunch, and while Conrad and Donald discussed business, Ivanka and I got chatting and got to know each other better.

There the leggy blonde mentioned her plans for the weekend, and was noticeably excited as she was apparently preparing to head out to Cannes for the weekend later that afternoon.

"Have you been to Cannes before, Matt?" she asked me.

"No not really, can't say that I have."

"You should come along—you would really get a kick out of it."

"Great idea," Conrad suddenly interjected, as Donald seemed to agree.

"Yes. Maybe you should take her up on that offer." Donald added, "And let her show you around the South of France."

As tempting as the offer sounded, I really had no intentions of leaving California for some kind of last minute frolic or vacation across the globe—there was simply too much work to get done.

Still, to my surprise it seemed Conrad and Donald found my apprehension amusing and seemed to only encourage and spur Ivanka on. She now seemed determined to make me go.

It was then I was put in a difficult position as Donald hinted that the project they had been negotiating all morning rested on my decision to accompany his daughter to Europe for the weekend.

"Hmm, I think I'll let my daughter decide." he teased.

"Don't blackmail him daddy." Ivanka replied, "If Matt doesn't want to join me, he doesn't have to. I don't want to force him to come."

In my perverted mind her comment instantly drew a lewd image in my head, as I glanced over at her luscious red lips and glorious round rack and doubted there was anything she would have to force me to do. She was an absolute fox.

Judging from the sly expression on her face I was sure she could read my dirty mind, but thankfully for her father's sake she faked ignorance.

"Well, you wouldn't have to force me." I finally said while grinning at Ivanka.

"So, what'll be?"

Feeling guilty I finally conceded and agree to tag along, and it was only a few hours later that very afternoon that Ivanka had a car pick me up and take us to the airport to an awaiting jet.

Right away I was taken aback at Ivanka's appearance in the limousine as she had ditched the smart and conservative business attire and was now scantily dressed in a sheer white blouse and matching short shorts.

There I could clearly see the bright two piece bikini underneath and was astounded at her body as she was all chest and legs, and looked absolutely breathtaking.

With that we arrived to the airport and stepped into the private jet and took off, and it was only a few minutes into our flight that she handed me a drink and we toasted to our trip and new found friendship.

"Here's to a great and memorable trip." she smiled, "You ready for the time of your life?"

"Of course—I was born ready." I quipped.

It was then as we continued to chat and drink that I soon started to feel a little peculiar—a little light headed and warm?

I excused myself and ducked into the small bathroom to wash my face and get my bearings, when it was there that I realize just how aroused I was as I suddenly seemed to wield an obvious and out of control erection.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" I cursed myself as I tried to will my hard-on down to no avail.

Just then, Ivanka knocked on the door and giggled to herself—apparently finding something amusing.

"Sweetie, are you okay in there? Do you need a hand?" she teased.

It was only now that I realized what had occurred—that Ivanka had apparently spiked my drink with Viagra.

I opened the door and grinned.

"You smart ass. I knew you were up to something when you handed me that drink."

Ivanka laughed sweetly before she pushed her way inside and locked the door behind her.

With that she turned to face me and without warning pounced, kissing me hard on the lips as her hands immediately found my hard on and stroked me. I was taken aback at her passion and groaned with delight as she speared her long wet tongue into my mouth—the taste of Dom Perignon fresh on her lips.

"I've been waiting to do that from the moment I met you." she told me between kisses.

"What, you mean three hours ago?" I quipped, to which she simply smiled and shoved her tongue back into my mouth.

It was then Ivanka instructed me to lean back against the counter and get comfortable as she dropped to her knees before me and proceeded to unzip my pants.

"Wait, what about—" I began to stammer.

"Just sit back and let me take care of that for you." she grinned slyly before she swiftly took my throbbing member in her hand and directed it towards her lips.

Ivanka impatiently devoured my cock with her thick luscious lips and proceeded to treat me to a marathon blowjob which lasted all of 45 minutes—her mouth and chin glistening with saliva.

Stroking my tool with her hand, she leisurely licked and sucked me keenly and moaned softly to herself as she eagerly serviced me. She was apparently just as turned on about the entire process as I was, and I watched as she took pride in her work and thoroughly enjoyed the art of fellatio.

God knows she had the mouth for it.

To my surprise it was then Ivanka literally took my breath away as she suddenly changed direction and licked her way down the length of my shaft, across my balls, and proceeded to eagerly lick my taint and anus.

I was so startled by this action that I gasped out loud, while she calmly placed her hands on my legs and directed me to spread and lift them up in the air to accommodate her tongue and mouth as she eagerly rimmed me.

There Ivanka groaned lustfully during this action and I was so shocked at her wanton behavior that I soon began to stir and without warning abruptly came—shooting three thick ropes of semen across her face, and plastering her with several torrents of spunk.

I totally and utterly glazed her beautiful face with jizz as she groaned and giggled with amazement and licked at the sticky mess with her tongue.

"Well I guess I had that coming, huh?" she beamed.

"Jesus," I said out of breath, "That was fucking intense. I don't think I've ever come like that before."

"Don't tell me I'm the first person to do that to you?"

"What, a blow job?"

"No you know that other thing?" she giggled.

"I guess so." I admitted.

"Hmm, something tells me this trip is going to be filled with many firsts." she said before she got up and cleaned her face in the gold plated basin.

A few minutes later Ivanka and I returned to our comfortable seats in the cabin where to her amusement my hard on refused to go away.

"Wow, look at that thing." she said while reaching over to grip it tightly—barely wrapping her fingers around its girth.

"God it's making me hot just looking at it."

"Well it's your fault." I told her, "Someone decided to spike my drink and now it's out of my hands—so to speak."

"Yeah, and in mine." she joked as she gave it a few appreciative tugs.

With that she proceeded to tease and toy with it for several minutes, and softly brushed her long manicured fingernails up and down the length—causing me to squirm and moan with delight.

My cock responded by pulsating and twitching to her touch.

"Oh god—look at it!" she giggled, "It's got a mind of its own."

"Well yeah, when you sit here playing with it for half an hour, of course."

With that Ivanka proceeded to tease and caress it lovingly and proceeded to treat me to a remarkable hand job as she started to talk dirty to me.

"You know, I'm not wearing any underwear right now." she cooed in my ear, "and I've been playing with myself all afternoon—thinking about you."

With that Ivanka then took my hand and directed it inside her shorts to prove to me that she in fact was not wearing any panties.

"Jesus." I whispered to myself as the revelation caused my cock to jump in her hand again.

"I see you approve." she smiled, "I can't wait to have you inside me—I've been thinking about it all day."

To my delight Ivanka's strokes increased in pace as I watched her snake her other hand inside her own shorts and twiddle herself.

"God I'm wet." she cooed as she played with herself.

"Yeah, how wet?" I grinned.

"I can easily slide three fingers inside."

"Do it. Show me." I told her, as with that she spread her long flawless legs apart and proceeded to frig herself right there in the cabin.

Just then to our dismay, we heard the cockpit cabin door unlock as one of the pilots stepped out to use the bathroom.

Ivanka immediately blushed and covered up—yet refused to take her hand away from my penis and continued to stroke me under a blanket and magazine.

"Ma'am. Sir." The pilot said as he stepped by us.

"Captain." Ivanka said authoritatively.

It seemed despite the forewarning it was plain to see from the expression on my faces that she was giving me a hand job under the blanket. To his credit he simply grinned and went about his business as though nothing was happening—and disappeared into the bathroom.

Ivanka now seemed spurred on more than ever, and covering her body with the blanket, she slipped her hand back between her legs and continued to get us both off—despite the fact that we knew the co-pilot would return from the bathroom at any moment.

There Ivanka spread her legs again and frigged herself impatiently—all the while stroking me keenly with her spare hand.

"uughh nhh nghh—" she grunted softly, "I'm going to make us both come."

Just then, we heard the bathroom door open and immediately straightened up. Although while she stopped fingering herself for a moment, she still continued to tug my penis under the blanket as the pilot passed and simply grinned at us.

It was then as he reached the door Ivanka decided to make things interesting and took it upon herself to ask him a question.

"Oh excuse me, Captain? How long till we reach our destination?" she asked while stroking my cock under the magazine.

"We'll be landing at Heathrow in about 3 hours to refuel, and then on to—"

"Very well." she interrupted sternly.

With that the pilot nodded and stepped into the cockpit, and the moment the door locked shut behind him Ivanka kicked off the blankets from her body, spread her legs wide and frigged herself keenly.

It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

This wanton display was more than I could take, and with that I leapt out of my seat to kneel directly in front of her and swiftly peeled her shorts down her long legs—leaving her naked and utterly exposed from the waist down.

There I groaned with delight as I took in the splendid sight of her pussy for the very first time and was amazed to discover that she in fact was shaved clean and utterly hairless.

"Oh god yes—" I moaned to myself.

I then grabbed her by her hips and scooted her butt to the very edge of the leather seat, and spreading her legs wide, pinned her knees back against her chest and leaned over to hungrily devour her hairless mound.

Ivanka Trump now lay there spread obscenely wide and clad in just her blouse and high heeled stilettos—her long pale legs pinned back against her breasts as I hungrily licked and sucked her pristine cunt.

Without wasting any time I immediately speared my tongue deep inside her glistening hole, and returning the favor, snaked it across her taint and dipped the tip of my tongue inside her backdoor—causing her to moan and thrash about in ecstasy.

"Oooooh—" she let out involuntarily.

"I want that ass." I groaned lustfully as I licked and probed her again.

"Nnrghhh yes—lick my ass. Fuck me. Please, fuck me." Ivanka whimpered, "I want you inside me. Please—"

For several minutes I enthusiastically ate her ass and pussy and teased her until she could no longer stand it.

"Matt, please—fuck me!" she pleaded, "I need it—I need it so bad! Put that hard cock inside me! Fuck me Matt—fuck my ass, please!!"

With that I finally positioned my throbbing member against her box, and teasing her, gently slapped the end of my penis against her glistening twat—causing an audible smacking sound to ring out.

With that I finally did as she asked, and brushing my bell head against her slit, I lubricated my cock before I carefully guided the bulbous head against her backdoor and proceeded to impale her tight puckered asshole.

Ivanka and I stared into each other's eyes, both astounded at the turn of events. It was officially our first time together, yet we had opted out of having conventional intercourse and instead I was readying to fuck her ass.

With that I slowly buried the length of my cock into her tight backdoor, and filled her completely.

"Nrghhh fuck." she sputtered as I filled her.

I then eased out only to push forward once again—and began to piston in and out of her anus.

Ivanka's eyes soon rolled into the back of her head as I fucked her sweet, sweet ass. The sexy socialite and I fucked in this position for all of several minutes before I ultimately began to come, and pulling out, erupted all over her gleaming hairless snatch.

"Oh fuck—holy shit." I panted while slumping back out of breath. "That was fucking amazing—you're amazing, baby."

Ivanka grinned, "I told you, you would get a kick out of this trip."

I couldn't believe my luck; we hadn't even arrived to our destination yet and I had already plastered her face with goo and taken her sweet ass. This was shaping out to be the best vacation of all time.


A few hours later we finally arrived to Nice international airport in the South of France and were quickly directed from the jet to a waiting chopper which flew us a few minutes out to the coast, where there we boarded a small runabout which in turn led us to a luxury yacht.

Stepping out onto the large vessel I was immediately taken aback at the astounding opulence of the yacht, and before I could express my wonderment, I was then introduced to another couple already on the ship. There I meet Raffaello and his actress girlfriend Anne Hathaway.

Right away I was stunned and incredibly impressed with the beautiful actress, but as it turned out Anne was nothing like her persona and was in fact quite uptight and snobbish. Nevertheless, later that evening we sat down and shared dinner together out on the top deck of the multimillion dollar yacht and it was there Anne began to take a few snipes at me.

It quickly became apparent that she disliked me, knowing what I did and who I worked for.

As it turned out, Anne and Conrad had apparently shared some kind of history together—and while the alcohol flowed freely on the ship Anne took it upon herself to make her feelings known. Of course, I too was hitting the bottle, and I wasn't about to let some harlot get one over me.

So with that said, Anne and I proceeded to exchange barbs throughout the evening—and in the process made each other laugh, and ultimately buried the hatchet.

"Hmm, I like you." Anne finally slurred in her drunken state.

"Most guys are usually intimidating by me, but you're different." she said.

"That he is—I can attest to that." added Ivanka.

With that we finally began to enjoy ourselves and had a great time as we then watched Anne and Ivanka let loose and carry on—and drunkenly dance around on the deck to the booming music.

There on the deck, anchored off the coast of the French Rivera, the ladies put on quite the hot little show as they proceeded to grind and rub up against each other. Holding each other close they stared into each other eyes as their lips were mere inches apart from one another.

"For God's sake, will you two just make out already?" I joked, "It's obvious you really like each other."

To my surprise Anne seemed eager to please and offered to do just that, but Ivanka blushed brightly and was noticeably tentative as she began to pull away.

Still, Anne insisted they share a kiss for our benefit, and with the music booming in the background she took the initiative and grasped Ivanka's face with her hands and leaned in to gently kiss her blonde counterpart on the lips.

"Oh come on!" Raff and I complained, "I've seen nuns make out more passionately than that!"

"Yeah! Use some tongue!" we demanded.

To our delight, Anne seemed more than determined to please as she kissed Ivanka again and again—each time more passionate then the last, and now slid her long wet tongue deep into Ivanka's mouth.

To our amusement, Ivanka was noticeably embarrassed and uneasy with the entire affair and she blushed and giggled uncontrollably as she nervously backed away.

"Oh come on!" Anne complained as Ivanka rushed over to me on the blanket.

"Where is your sense of adventure?" Anne berated her.

With that we paired up once again and enjoyed the evening atmosphere before Raff and Anne finally got up and left to head downstairs to their room.

"Have a good night." Raff told us.

"Don't wait up." Anne joked, "Remember, if you hear the boat rockin—don't come a knockin."

We all laughed before Ivanka and I got more comfortable on the deck and enjoyed some champagne and grew a little hot and heavy, and frisky.

There Ivanka soon straddled me, and to my delight, happily discarded her bikini top and lay over me completely exposed and topless as we made out passionately and fooled around.

"Damn baby." I told her, "You really do have the best set of tits I've ever seen."

"What did you expect?" she smiled, "They're store bought, and the best money can buy. Daddy spent a lot of money making sure they were perfect."

"Best money he ever spent if you ask me." I told her before I took one of her large nipples into my mouth.

Thankfully for me despite having fake breasts, her thick large nipples seemed to be exceptionally sensitive.

"Did you enjoy watching us kiss?" Ivanka asked, knowing full well what the answer was.

"I have to admit, she really is a great kisser." she added.

"Stop it." I grinned.

"What?"

"You're fucking teasing me again, and you know it."

"You know, I think she was totally up for it—she really wanted to go further."

"Well, why didn't you let her?"

"I don't know, nervous I guess. But who knows—the night is still young."

With that we fooled around a little more before Ivanka suggested we head downstairs to relax in our room.

It was then as we walked through the galley that we heard the others having sex. To my surprise Anne was apparently very loud, and Ivanka and I were immediately intrigued, and we stood listen in for a minute and were amazed at her enthusiasm.

"Wow." Ivanka mouthed at me.

The display was so hot, that Ivanka reached down to stroke my growing erection through my pants as I then proceed to rub her crotch through her thong and found her to be extremely wet.

There I effortlessly slid two of my fingers inside her and watched as she began to grind and swivel her hips and fuck my fingers as we ease dropped on Anne Hathaway moaning and carrying on in the next room.

It seemed listening to the others have sex really riled her up, and taking charge, she pushes me into our room and onto the bed and straddled me. In all the commotion I noted that Ivanka had forgotten to shut the door behind her, but this seemed to only excite her further.

"The door—what about the door?" I inquired briefly.

"I don't care, leave it open." she moaned as she kissed my neck, "Let them hear us—let them see us."

I gripped her thick rump with my hands as we kissed passionately and she hurriedly proceeded to undress me.

Ivanka didn't waste any time as she fished out my cock and quickly impaled herself. Then to my surprise, she stopped halfway through, reached over to the side of the bed and without warning handcuffed me to the bed post.

I was left in a precarious position to say the least—on full display for anyone to see.

"There, now you can't get away." she cooed, "Now I'm going to fuck you till you scream."

With that Ivanka turned to face away from me and proceeded to ride me hard and fast, and moaned out loud in competition with Anne in the next room. I lay moaning and watching at her glorious round ass wobbled up and down, side to side.

She soon had two earth shattering orgasms, and flooded my pole.

A few hours later Ivanka ultimately fell asleep, as I took the opportunity to untie myself and got up in the middle of the night to head up to the kitchen and grab a bite to eat. It was then as I stepped into the hallway that I heard some commotion in the other room—and to my surprise; I discovered that Anne and Raff were STILL having sex.

I couldn't believe it.

"What the fuck?" I thought to myself, "Either he's a stallion or she's a nymphomaniac?"

Intrigued, I decided to sneak a peek and see what they were doing and it was there I was shocked into silence.

There I found Raff kneeling behind he on the bed, and taking her from behind—gripping her tightly by her hips and pounding into her doggy-style while she gripped the bed post. It seemed Anne really enjoyed getting fucked in that position as she glanced over her shoulder and talked dirty to him.

"Fuck me—deeper!" she groaned, "Harder! You fucker! Oh yes—yessss!!"

I was so fucking aroused by the display that I carefully shut the door and rushed back to my room to take out my raging hormones and frustrations on Ivanka.

As expected I found Ivanka still sleeping, but this didn't slow me down in the least. Truth was I was so fucking horny at that point in time that nothing was going to stop me from having her. There I carefully turned her on her side and spooned her from behind, before I rubbed the end of my throbbing member against her moist lips and impaled her.

I proceeded to fuck her while she slept soundly, and caught up in the moment, I then made an even bolder move as I eased out of her sweet vagine and ever so gently buried the end of my bell head against her backdoor—and proceeded to carefully fuck her sweet ass.

To my delight, Ivanka moaned softly to this and in turn grew exceptionally aroused—and slowly came to as I continued to drill her tight ass. Gripping her hips, I finally erupted deep inside her back door and filled her anal cavity with my seed before I rolled over content and dozed off to sleep.

The next morning I awoke to find I was alone in bed, and getting up I read a note from Ivanka informing me that she and Raff have apparently gone into town for some shopping and to organize a special lunch treat.

Clad in just my boxers, I scratched my balls and wandered out to the kitchen to grab a drink when to my delight I discovered that I was not alone on the yacht, as Anne had apparently opted on staying back and was now tanning topless on the top deck.

Grabbing an apple, I casually wandered out onto the desk to join her and to my surprise Anne seemed blasé about her nudity. There we got chatting while I couldn't help but gawk at her beautiful natural breasts.

"So I guess someone had a good night last night?" Anne smiled as she helped herself to some champagne.

"We could hear you two going at it all night." she grinned.

"Ha! Are you kidding me?" I replied, "You two were the loud ones last night—and this morning I should add."

While Anne and I laughed and flirted, it was then she teased me as she asked me to apply some lotion to her back and shoulders.

"You don't mind do you?"

I flashed her a sarcastic glare.

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

"I suppose your right."

With that I happily obliged and immediately noted the way her thick dark nipples stiffened to my touch. Fortunately for me my application quickly turned into a full body massage and Anne soon insisted I keep going.

"God that feels great—don't stop." she cooed, "I so need a good massage."

"And a tan." I joked.

"Hey, fuck you." she said while faking anger. "I'll have you know that I burn easy."

With that I then told her to relax and go to sleep as I picked up the pace and went to town, and in the process really felt her up.

There I caressed and stroked her entire body and she cooed and whimpered softly with delight until we were suddenly interrupted by the phone. To my chagrin it was Raff and Ivanka who had phoned to tell us that they were at the local markets in town and wanted to know if we wanted swordfish or lobster.

It was then as Anne chatted away with Ivanka on the phone that I took the opportunity to have some fun and I playfully caressed her hips and bikini bottoms—and worked my way over her thighs towards her crotch before she ultimately swatted my hand away.

"Stop it!" she mouthed with a playful grin, as she continued to chat to our partners on the cell.

Just then, something suddenly came over me that I can't explain, and without thinking I boldly swept my fingers across her bikini clad crotch—causing her to gasp and inhale sharply.

Despite her initial shock, Anne didn't push my hand away and in fact I watched as her legs fell apart and open—encouraging me to pet her further. Her entire body seemed to surrender to my touch as I proceeded to casually play with her and soon grew bolder, and finally pulled her thong to the side and carefully slipped my finger up and down the full length of her gleaming slit.

Anne cooed sweetly and parted her legs more for me, all the while trying her best not to moan out loud or let on what was happening to her through the phone.

"Um, no uh, well—he's not here right now." I heard her lie to Ivanka.

"I um, uh—think he went below deck to take a shower?" Anne whimpered, as I ultimately buried a single digit deep inside her searing hot cunt and proceeded to spear it in and out of her.

God she was wet, and hot as a volcano.

It was then Anne was finally overcome with emotions and she hurriedly wrapped up the conversation and declared that she had to go and pee, and hung up the phone in her boyfriends face. With that she then arched her back and exhaled long and deep, before thrashing hips wildly for a moment as I finger-banged her fervently and brought her off with my fingers.

"Unghh uhh ughhhh fuckkk!" she grunted.

It was a few moments later that she ultimately calmed down and blushed brightly. The poor thing was so ashamed by the incident that she could barely look me in the eye, much less speak or explain what had just happened.

With that she reached for her bikini top with shaky hands and proceeded to put cover herself.

"You bastard." she said indifferently, "That wasn't fair. How would you like it?"

"Like what, a massage?" I smiled, while trying my best to lighten the mood and awkward moment.

"A massage? Yeah right." she giggled, "Is that what you call that?"

With that Anne straighten up her appearance as I wiped my slick finger against my face and inhaled her scent. Just then, as I lay back and helped myself to a glass of champagne we both heard the phone again and I answered it to hear Conrad's voice.

"Hey boss!" I exclaimed.

While Anne then left to go inside and take a shower, Conrad asked me how the trip was progressing and I had to laugh as I informed him about the incredible few hours and circumstances—including my recent romp with Anne only moments earlier.

"You're kidding? Hathaway is there on the ship with you?"

"Hell yeah! And I just treated her to a helping hand."

Conrad then asked me where everyone was, and insisted I don't waste any time and go downstairs and take her.

"Really?"

"Well, what the hell are you waiting for?" he asked me.

"Didn't you just hear me? I just brought her off with my fingers on the desk of the ship. It was fucking amazing."

"Trust me Matt, get your ass down there right now—the bitch is crazy, and incredibly submissive—she's up for almost anything."

"I noticed—but still. I dunno." I said, "The others could arrive back at any moment."

"Trust me, you won't regret it. Just make sure Ivanka doesn't catch you."

With that encouragement I hung up the phone and headed downstairs and indeed could hear the shower running.

My cock immediately started to twitch in my shorts as I ducked into her room and walked over to the shower. There I found her totally naked and standing directly under the spray of water, her eyes shut and her breasts jiggling freely as she washed her hair. Seeing me, Anne didn't say a single word as I silently approached her.

We both knew what I wanted.

"You better leave." she said softly, "The others will be back at any moment."

"Do you really want me to leave?"

To my delight Anne did not respond and simply continued to bathe.

With that I stepped into the shower to join her, and standing behind her I gently kissed her shoulder and she proceeded to kiss my way down her delicious body and hungrily sucked on her breasts—as she ultimately reached over and stroked my cock.

"We shouldn't do this—" she whispered.

"I dare you to stop." I smiled to myself as I alternated between breasts—sucking them into my mouth.

Her nipples now stood at full attention, and looked remarkable.

With that I then slid my fingers back inside her again and fingered her as she stroked me under the spray of the water. Getting caught up in the moment, I added two more fingers and proceeded to finger-bang her fervently.

Anne seemed to respond to this by moaning and pushing her hips back against me—encouraging me to finger and explore with her.

"Please—I can't." she whimpered.

"Yes, you can." I replied as I plunged my fingers as deep as physically possible.

With that we kissed and made out hungrily as I speared my fingers in and out.

"Don't stop—" she ultimately cooed, "You're gonna make me cum again!"

With that Anne lifted her leg and proceeded to hump my hand as she began to come.

My fingers were drenched by her juices, and I withdrew them from her pussy and stuffed them into her mouth as I directed her to her knees before me in the shower. To my delight Anne was more than eager to please.

Without wasting anytime she opened her mouth and enveloped my cock with her lips, and proceeded to suck and blow me keenly, before I pulled her away by her hair and explained that I wanted to fuck her glorious breasts.

Anne simply grinned smugly to the suggestion and happily obliged as she encased my cock with her tit-flesh and proceeded to shake and wobble them over me—allowing me to tit-fuck her. All the while, Anne looked up at me and rolled her tongue over her perfect white teeth and lips.

"God that looks good—" I moaned.

"You like that, huh? Fucking my big tits like that." she panted, "Mm yeah, I love feeling of your hot thick cock sliding between my tits."

"God yes!"

"Mm yeah fuck em! Shoot you load all over them!" she teased, "Shoot your load all over my neck and face—my mouth. I want to see you shoot all over me."

At this point I thought I was going to pass out.

"Shut the fuck up—and suck my dick!" I finally told her as I grabbed her tightly by the hair and aggressively stuffed my cock back into her mouth and insisted she swallow me.

To her credit, Anne did as she was told and she groaned lustfully as she hungrily devoured me.

Fed up, I finally grabbed her by the arm and lead her out of the shower and over to the bed, where there I pushed her onto the mattress, and while still soaking wet, spread her legs wide and dove in between her thighs to devour her delicious cunt.

Anne moaned and squirmed about wildly as I ate her keenly, and I licked her entire crotch hungrily.

"Oh god! Fuckkk." she moaned.

"God you taste good." I told her.

"Please, fuck me." she pleaded, "Fuck me right now!"

I didn't need to be asked twice, as I quickly placed her pale legs over my shoulders and entered her.

We then fucked hard and fast for a few moments before she suddenly took charge and rolled over to straddle me on the bed—all the while talking dirty to me.

"You want to get fucked, huh? You want to get me off and make me come again, huh? Come all over your cock, yeah?"

With that Anne began to ride me fervently as she cupped and groped and sucks at her own breasts.

We both moaned loudly as I grabbed her roughly by the hair and pulled her down to me and kissed her passionately on the lips and thrust my hips up at her—driving into her hard.

"Oh yes! Pull my hair!! Pull my fucking hair you son of a bitch!!!" she yelled, "You're gonna make me come all over you big cock! Fuuuck meee!!!"

We fucked each other feverishly for several moments when suddenly we heard someone clear their throat behind us.

With that we both stopped dead in our tracks and froze with fear as we looked up to see Ivanka standing over at the door—her mouth agape.

"Oh shit."