Ginger gasps as Steve's lips close around one of her nipples, sucking hard. Her back arches involuntarily, pressing her breasts further into his mouth. She moans softly, feeling a hot tingling spread through her body. His hand cups the other breast, kneading it roughly and massaging her aching nipple. The Interviewer's touch is surprisingly rough, but she doesn't mind; in fact, she finds herself wanting more.

Her hands find their way to his head, guiding him deeper into her cleavage as she writhes against his touch. Her squirming causes one of her nipples to brush against his lips, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. She's never felt anything like this before; the power of her body, the need to be touched and desired.

Her hips move restlessly, grinding against Steve's hand as it continues to grope at her breast. He releases her nipple with a pop, only to slide his fingers lower down her stomach and into the wet heat between her legs. Her clit throbs in anticipation of his touch, and when he finally brushes against it she cries out, arching her back off the chair and pressing herself even closer to him.

Her pussy pulses around his fingers, begging for more as he continues to stroke her expertly. The pleasure is so intense that she can barely think straight; all she can do is feel the heat of his touch and the need to return it. She reaches down, grasping at his crotch through his pants, feeling him harden beneath her hand.

Ginger pants heavily as she watches Steve through half-lidded eyes. His hands move expertly between her legs, driving her wild with need. She leans forward, resting her weight on one palm as the other cups his cheek. Her breath comes in short gasps as he continues to touch her, their bodies pressed together in perfect synchrony.

As she watches him, a strange sensation begins to build deep within her core. It starts low and steady, like a fire burning beneath her skin, but quickly grows more intense. The muscles of her lower abdomen tense and relax rhythmically as the feeling spreads outward, enveloping every nerve ending in its path. Her pussy clenches around his fingers, squeezing them tightly as she approaches the brink of orgasm.

Her throat contracts reflexively, and a moan escapes her lips before she can stop it. The Interviewer's gaze flickers to her face, eyes dark with desire. His thumb brushes lightly across her clit as he speaks. "That's it, baby. Show me how you do that." Her hips buck upward violently and she lets out a shrill cry of pleasure as her orgasm washes over her, leaving her limp and gasping for air.

She collapses back into the chair, eyes closed, body boneless with relief. After a moment, she slowly opens them to find that Steve is watching her intently, his expression unreadable. "That," he says simply, his voice low and rough, "was fucking amazing."