Joey didn't let her ride out the orgasm. As her pulsing pussy hugged his erect cock, he slid his thumb out of Anna's ass. He reached forward, desperately feeling for her tits, fingers ripping through the chiffon of her top and tearing the fabric that covered one breast, rolling nipples between expert fingers, pulling on her tits, and turning her moans to screams. Anna looked like some kind of tortured mermaid, her long silver skirts like mercury on her coltish limbs but her top half naked and vulnerable, her beautiful face contorted in ecstasy. Joey kept his hands on her nipples as he came seconds later, his head buried in her shoulder. Anna could feel every inch of his dick inside her as it quivered and jerked.

As their legs gave way and they collapsed into a pile of bones and cloth on the floor, Anna could feel her own ejaculate mixing with Joey's spunk trailing down her legs. The fabric of the skirt was sticky against her; the dress was ruined. She would have to pay Alessandro for it. Fuck it. She could afford it, and that had definitely been a sixty-grand fuck.

With the tenderness that always followed their love-making, Joey peeled the fabric that was stuck to Anna's body, softly kissing his semen away from her thighs, using a wet towel to wipe the sweat from between her breasts. She returned the favor, gently pulling back his foreskin to wash under it with her tongue in a way that made him shiver.

They slipped back into the clothes they'd arrived in and shared a glass of champagne. There was a knock on the door. "Anna, darling?" came a familiar voice. She came back to earth with a bump. Oh shit. It was Alessandro, come to tell her she would never work for him again.