One hand is stroking her clit; the other is clamped around her hip, holding her steady. As she rocks back and forth, her breasts descend torturously close to his mouth and he darts his tongue out to taste them as they graze his face.

She moans loudly as she comes and he follows, exploding with a roar as she grinds herself down. "God, Donna!"

The squeak of the door interrupts his orgasm. "Josh?"

His head snaps up. "Congressman?!"

"Excuse me," Santos splutters, a hand covering his eyes as he backs out of the bedroom.

Donna, still merrily riding his cock, starts giggling.