Painted Laddie for Mr. R

It had helped widen her ass canal and strengthened her to take him deep. She arched her back up and managed to swing an arm around his neck and bring his lips to hers. She was stroking her cock, which was hardening again. Gabe cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs stroking her big nipples, as he kissed her deep. Her knees and arms buckled. Without losing purchase in her hole, Gabe brought her down on the chaise on her side, stretched in front of his body. His pelvis was cuddled under her buttocks. He had his left arm under her chest, with his hand still cupping and squeezing a breast and his right hand was lifting a long, lean mesh-stocking leg in the air and pointing the toes of her stiletto heels toward a corner of the ceiling.

Stroke, stroke, stroke. Side-split pumping her at the depth of nine and a half, and then over ten inches. She was sighing and purring for him. Deep strokes, almost pulling out all the way and then plunging back in to the hilt and undulating his hips in rhythm with hers.

Click, click, click.

Gabe pulled out and flipped her over on her back before he came all over her breasts. He slowly licked his cum off of her melons as she moaned her satiated pleasure.

After that, Gabe rose from the chaise, gathered the wilting body of Ms. Tulip up, walked out into the hall, and mounted the stairs to the second floor.

"Where we going, Hon?" Ms. Tulip murrmured in his ear, not sounding as if she really cared where they were going, her free hand tracing the star-burst tattoo encircling his nipple.

"Your evening’s not over, Sport," Gabe answered. "Mr. R wants to meet and greet you. He's got a few tricks to show you."

"Loved the pearl beads," was Ms. Tulip’s only response, as they mounted the wide staircase toward the candlelight flickering through the open door at the top of the stairs.