"You've got to wear a rubber if you fuck her, man," he instructed. "Shit," the young man stood, left the room and reemerged with the rubber stretched over his still erect cock.

Tina who had remained reclined on the sofa was now furiously pinching the nipples of her partially exposed, bra-less breasts through her small mini-dress top, her beautiful lithe legs now splayed wide open.

The artist again knelt between them. He playfully slapped Tina's hairless slit with his length and then ran the tip back and forth through her moist groove while she hissed: "Oh, fuck yea. Get it in me, stud," licking her lips and then pulling her cunt-lips apart to help him work the cock in. After several minutes, the artist was fully embedded in Tina's tight sheath, fucking her deftly while she moaned and bucked her lank and lean ass up at him.

"Fuck yea, squirt me, stud. Squirt me… What was your name? Oh, yea. Bobbie. That's it, that's it, fuck me, Bobbie," she spit, spreading her curvaceous legs impossibly wider and flexing against the artist's leather clad ass for added leverage as she ground her moist, tight slut-hole around his hot, plunging cock-pole.

Her dainty feet, clad in platform, ankle-high, toe-less boots bobbed up and down on either side of the guy's body as he rutted her. Then she locked her ankles around his ass and pulled him up and into her as hard as possible. She fucked the guy's mouth with her gold-posted tongue, moaning loudly each time he bottomed out in her hairless hole. His muscular torso rubbed against her now bared tits making her nipples stiff as they poked out from the top of her mini-dress while he levered his hard pole into her tight cunt again and again. Her little mini-dress was bunched up around her lithe panting, tummy, its top pulled to the side showing off her little girl's cleavage. The partially applied tattoo on her crotch was now slick with the sweat from their illicit and utterly hedonistic copulation.