A night with Miss 2

He staggered off to the kitchen and retrieved the wine and the chocolate as always placing the first in the fridge and the second on the counter top.

'Come with me boy' she said as she grabbed him by the wrist and led him easily to the bathroom. She span him quickly to face the bath and slipped behind him as she bent him over the tub and pressed up against his bottom. She forced his head down to look at the bath and unbuckled his belt. His trousers she sent to his ankles along with his plain black trunks.

He'd had no time to look about him and she gleefully grabbed the black anal insert and lubed it generously. To much moaning and squeaking she rubbed it over his rosebud and finding the spot popped it in an inch, out and in and made sure it was easing in and taking a firm hold of his cock and balls in the other hand bade him relax as it was shoved all the way in...

Her hand absent mindedly pumped him to full hardness again and gave the insert a wiggle in tandem til her bent over slut was panting heavily again.

A hand in the back of his head drew him back upright by his hair.

'Right slut - pull your trousers up and fetch us some vino.'

This re-ordering of hinself was accompanied by a firm mauling of his buttocks, an assault that continued in the kitchen as he tried to retrieve wine and glasses and bottle opener and complete the necessary evolutions.

Once the glasses had been poured Miss reached down and unzipped his fly, roughly finding, and as roughly extracting, his genitals through the fly of his trunks. She zipped his trousers back up and beckoned him outside,  knowing that his cock was just a thin bit of fabric away from her fingers.

She beckoned him outside and he followed, padding gingerly as the insert wiggled in his bottom.

He sat down first as bidden and she sat down close beside him. Her form pressed against him, compressing him against the end of the bench. He felt hemmed in and small and she placed her left arm heavily and proprietorially on his thigh, lazily crushing into his cock and balls with her elbow as she sipped her sancerre and stroked his thigh happily. In turn his arm stroked her back as his fat meat throbbed under her elbow.

They drank and chatted as always and soaked up the afternoon sun. A very pleasant way to spend an evening. She ground her elbow firmly jnto his nuts and her slut lost his train of thought and moaned gratefully.

Very pleasant.

'More vino slut!'




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