Sweetie?" she asked.

"Pearls. Every woman loves her pearls."

"Well, I don’t . . . Oh, my Gawd!"

He had come up close behind her and entered her to the rim of his glans.

"Oh, you big, big, naughty boy," she moaned. "God, I’ve never had it this big. And that ring. I can feel that ring. Oh, I love this."

Gabe worked his way in a couple of inches. The cameras caught the shine of the ruby-red lipstick encircling his cock head and the beads as they disappeared into Ms. Tulip’s ass. Ms. Tulip was writhing around, her tits and cock quavering.

"Ahhh. That ring and those beads," she moaned. "Nobody’s given it to me this good." She rotated her butt in appreciation.


Click, click, click.

Six thick inches in, and Ms. Tulip was moaning and grunting. She had her knees off the chaise now, and she was standing on the floor straddling the chaise, her stilettos digging into the carpet, and trying to get her ass canal as open as possible.

Eight inches and Gabe had stopped drilling to do some slow pumping at this depth. Ms. Tulip’s tits were jiggling as her chest as his belly heaved. He was still holding a good two inches in reserve, and he undulated his hips, rotating his cock in her hole and dragging the golden ring and the string of beads around her ass canal walls. She was giving little yipping sounds. Her cock was standing at attention, and she was stroking herself off.

"Yes, yes. Fuck me deep. And, Honey, those beads are driving me crazy. I’m going to have an orgasm!" And she did.

Click, click, click.

Nine inches and Ms. Tulip had adjusted. Her eyes were dreamy, swimming in Gabe’s precum, which had given her an energy boost. 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 heel 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 murmured in his ear,