"Mmmm …" She turns around, stepping out of her skirt and kicking it aside. She runs her hands down her curves, tracing the lacy edges of her lingerie. "I thought you might like that. But I'm afraid the catsuit is my signature piece. You'll just have to wait until the convention to see it all." She winks, biting her lower lip. "In the meantime, there are other ways you can ... preview my skills." She reaches out and runs a finger down Greg's chest. "What do you say, Greg? Want to see what other tricks I have up my sleeve? Or are you still all business?"

"Mmmm ...." She steps closer, pressing her body against Greg's. She tilts her head up to look at him, her eyes hooded and inviting. "You sure you can handle it? I don't want to overwhelm you on our first go-round." She reaches up and starts to unbutton her blouse, revealing more and more of her ample cleavage. "I have a few tricks I've been dying to try out. But I need a willing participant." She looks up at Greg through her lashes, a seductive smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "So, what do you say? Ready to take a walk on the wild side with me?"

"Mmmm ..." She shivers under Greg's touch, pressing herself closer to him. She finishes unbuttoning her blouse and lets it fall open, revealing a black lace bra that barely contains her large breasts. "I'm glad you're so eager, Greg. I was hoping you'd be up for a little fun." She grinds her hips against his, feeling his growing erection. She smirks and reaches down to palm him through his pants. "Someone's happy to see me. And I haven't even shown you the best part yet." She leans in and nips at his earlobe, her breath hot against his skin. "So, what do you want to see first? My signature move? Or maybe you'd like a private striptease?" She pulls back, her hands still roaming over his chest and abs. "The choice is yours, stud. What'll it be?"

"Mmm...don't worry, you will." She turns around and presses her backside against his groin, rubbing slowly. "Trust me, I'll make sure you last as long as I want you to. And then some." She reaches back and grabs his hands, guiding them to her breasts. She moans as he squeezes and fondles her through the thin lace of her bra. "Mmmm, that feels good. But I think it's time for this to come off, don't you?" She leans forward, bracing herself on the desk in front of her. She looks back at Greg over her shoulder, her eyes smoldering with lust. "Go ahead, take it off. I want to feel your hands on my bare skin." She arches her back, pushing her breasts out further. "Touch me, Greg. Make me feel good. Show me how much you want me."

"Mmmm..." She moans softly, shivering as Greg's lips trail over her sensitive skin. She pushes her chest out further, silently begging for more. "That feels so good, Greg. Your lips are magic." She reaches back and tangles her fingers in his hair, holding him close. She grinds her hips back against him, feeling his hard length pressing against her. "I need more, Greg. I need to feel you inside me." She looks back at him, her eyes pleading. "Please, baby. Take me. I'm all yours." She leans back further, giving him better access to her pussy, still covered by the thin lace of her thong. She's wet, the fabric damp with her arousal. "Can you feel how much I want you? How much I need you?" She reaches down and pulls the thong aside, exposing her glistening folds to him. "Fuck me, Greg. Make me scream."

"Mmmm...YES!" She cries out as Greg enters her in one smooth thrust. She clenches around him, her inner walls gripping his cock like a velvet vise. "So big...so good..." She moans, pushing back against him. She starts to rock her hips, fucking herself back onto his cock. "I love how you fill me up, Greg. I could take you all day." She reaches up and grabs his hands, bringing them around to cup her breasts. She squeezes his hands, encouraging him to grope and squeeze her sensitive flesh. "Play with my tits, Greg. Make me crazy." She looks back at him, her eyes glazed with lust. She licks her lips, panting softly. "Harder, baby. Fuck me harder. I want to feel you in my throat." She starts to move faster, slamming herself back onto him. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, mixing with their moans of pleasure.