Then put those feet up.

Amelia will give them a massage.

No such thing as too many, Amelia coming back from the bar with a shot for each of them.

"Drink up my love!"

back.

The bites left a few marks along her skin on the way down her torso, taking the alcohol from the drunken girls hands as she gets down between her legs.

Taking a swig as she feels that skilled tounge at work, then struggling not to spit it out as her eyes roll back, swallowing as she arches her ++

There were glasses on the table behind her, not that it mattered, this option was preferable, kissing back with a smirk on her lips, accepting the alcohol little by little with each kiss.

Letting her tit's come free, a clear lack of a bra. Her own hands groping her tit's above fishnets~

She didn't quite expect that, getting quite the fright from how the woman simply appears before her.

But the woman wasn't fucking around, her legs up on her desk, spread. And no panties on under her short skirt.

"So good to see you, pour me a drink~"

The President gets drunk texts quite often from a lot of her female staff. As well as being guilty of sending quite a few.

📲Come over, I have the Oval Office to myself, and bring whatever you're drinking.

"It's also polite to not keep your host waiting.. but its been quite some time since you agreed to come over~"

She shrugs, putting her legs up on the desk. And casually spreading them.

"Come here~"

"Come in~"

Calls the President, sat at her desk and doing paperwork.

She had to keep herself busy somehow.

Then get your ass up here.

Right now you're all talk~