This chat session is somewhat challenging

Fuck, this interview went from professional to perverted in seconds. The interviewer’s got her tits out, and I’m just supposed to ask questions? My cock’s already hard as steel, straining against my pants. She’s leaning forward, those nipples brushing the table, and I can’t stop staring. Her mouth is wet, lips parted, waiting for my next question. But all I can think about is filling that throat with my cum. She knows it too—the way she’s licking her lips, the filthy smirk. I grab her hair, yank her head back, and shove my dick past her teeth. She gags, but I don’t care. This is a live broadcast, and everyone’s watching her take it like a whore. Her tongue swirls around the tip, and I groan, thrusting deeper. She’s choking, tears streaming, but she’s loving it. The camera’s rolling, and I’m gonna paint her face with my load.

Now she’s on all fours on the desk, skirt hiked up, panties torn aside. Her pussy’s glistening, sopping wet, ready to be stretched. I slide in, no lube needed, and she moans into the microphone. Every thrust is broadcasted—her ass jiggling, my balls slapping against her clit. She’s screaming, begging for more, and I give it to her. Pounding her into the wood, leaving her a drooling mess. The audience is jerking off to this, and I’m gonna make sure they get their money’s worth. I pull out, flip her over, and spray my cum all over her tits. She’s rubbing it in, moaning like a bitch in heat.

But I’m not done. I sit her on my lap, still hard, and slide back inside. We’re both sweaty, breathing hard, and I’m fucking her slow now, savoring every inch. Her legs wrap around my waist, and she’s whispering dirty shit in my ear. ‘Cum inside me,’ she begs. ‘Fill me up.’ I can’t resist. I bury my face in her neck and shoot my load deep into her cunt. She clenches around me, milking every drop. The interview’s over, but the mess is just beginning. Her thighs are coated, the desk is soaked, and the camera’s still on. This is the hardest live show I’ve ever done.