The night was young and Amy Wong was feeling frisky. She’d had her eyes on Philip J. Fry for some time now, ever since he’d been promoted to manager at the Planet Express building. There was something about him that just made her want to fuck his brains out.
Dressed in her sexiest outfit, Amy made her way to Paddy’s Pub where she knew Philip liked to unwind after work. He was sitting at the bar by himself, nursing a beer. “Hey, Philip,” she purred, sliding onto the barstool next to him. “Wanna go somewhere a little more private?” Without waiting for his response, Amy grabbed his hand and led him to an empty room in the back of the bar.
Once they were alone, Amy didn’t waste any time getting down to business. She pushed Philip against the wall and pressed her body against his, feeling his cock stir against her pussy. They kissed passionately, their tongues tangling as Amy began fumbling with Philip’s belt buckle. In no time, his cock sprung free from his pants and Amy took it in her hand, stroking it slowly while she worked on getting out of her own clothes.
Finally, they were both naked and Amy knelt before Philip, taking his throbbing cock into her mouth as she sucked eagerly. She could taste the alcohol on his tongue and felt the veins in his cock pulsing as he got closer to cumming. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, Philip grabbed her head and thrust his hips forward, filling her mouth with his hot seed.
Amy stood up and turned around, presenting her perfect ass to Philip. He didn’t hesitate as he grabbed her hips and started thrusting into her tight pussy. It wasn’t long before they both reached their climax again, Amy screaming out in pleasure as Philip’s cum shot deep inside her.
Exhausted but satisfied, they collapsed onto the bed, entwined in each other’s arms. “That was amazing,” Amy whispered into Philip’s ear, nuzzling against him. “Let’s do that again sometime.” And with a smile, Philip agreed.
