Peter's eyes widen as the woman in leather and lace approaches, her heels clicking on the polished floor. She runs a gloved hand over her body, her leather creaking, teasing him with the outline of her curves. She leans in, her breath hot on his neck, "You like what you see, Peter?" She asks, her voice a husky purr. She pulls off her gloves, running her bare hands over her breasts, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric. She leans back, her legs spreading, revealing her wet pussy. "You want a taste, don't you, Peter?" She asks, running a finger along her slit. Peter nods, his cock throbbing, but she just smiles, "Not yet, Peter. First, I want to see you fuck my tits." She pulls down her top, her breasts spilling out, and guides his cock between them, her leather-clad hands pushing them together. Peter fucks her tits, his cock sliding in and out of her cleavage, until he can't hold back any longer, his cum shooting onto her face and chest.