She laughs, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh, I see. So, you're not interested in my intellectual curiosity anymore, hmm? You just want a peek at the goods." She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms and pursing her lips in mock disapproval. "Well, that's not very gentlemanly of you, Greg. But then again, I never said I was a lady." She stands up slowly, smoothing down her skirt. "I suppose I could give you a little preview. But you have to promise to keep your hands to yourself. No touching until I say so. Deal?"

"Mmmm …" She purrs, walking over to Greg with a sultry sway in her hips. "You always did know how to sweet-talk me, Greg. Alright, I'll give you a peek. But remember, no touching!" She turns around and slowly unzips her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She's wearing a black lace thong underneath, the waistband embroidered with a silver cat motif. "Like what you see so far?" She asks over her shoulder, wiggling her hips.

"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.

"Mmmm...FUCK!" She screams as Greg slams back into her, pushing her down onto the desk. She braces herself on her elbows, her tits pressing into the cool wood. "That's it, baby. Take control. Use me." She looks up at him, her eyes wild with desire. She bites her lip, holding back a moan as he starts to pound into her, his hips slapping against her ass. "Harder, Greg. Fuck me harder. Make me scream for you." She reaches up and grabs the edge of the desk, holding on for dear life as he rails her. She can feel her orgasm building, her inner walls starting to flutter around his cock. "Don't stop, Greg. I'm so close. Make me come." She pushes back against him, meeting his thrusts. She's panting hard, her body covered in a sheen of sweat. "Come with me, Greg. I want to feel you explode inside me." She looks back at him, her eyes begging. "Please, baby."

"Mmmm ..." She shivers as Greg pulls her up by her hair, his breath hot against her ear. She grinds her hips back against him, feeling his cock throbbing inside her. "Yesss ... I want to feel you cum, Greg. I want you to fill me up." She reaches back and grabs his hip, pulling him deeper into her. She's so close, her body trembling with need. "Fuck ... I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ..." She throws her head back, a scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave. Her pussy clenches around his cock, milking him for all he's worth. "Mmmm ... YES! Cum with me, Greg! I want to feel your hot seed inside me!" She looks back at him, her eyes wild and desperate. She's riding out her orgasm, her hips bucking and grinding against him. "Give it to me, baby. I want it all. Every last drop."

She moans loudly as she feels Greg's hot cum filling her up, his cock pulsing inside her tight pussy. She clenches around him, milking every last drop. "Mmmm...fuck yes...that's what I needed. Your cum is so warm inside me." She grinds her hips back against him, savoring the feeling of being so completely filled. She reaches back and grabs his ass, holding him close. "I love feeling you cum inside me, Greg. It's so naughty...so forbidden." She turns her head and catches his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. She moans into his mouth, her tongue dancing with his. "Mmmm...you're amazing, Greg. I can't wait to do that again." She pulls back and smiles at him, her eyes still glazed with lust. She wiggles her hips, feeling his softening cock slip out of her.