Couchside rendezvous with a mature beauty and her impressive companion

“Don’t worry, little one. XXX “Is the little slut eager to be fucked by her Sir?”
I blush bright red but nod enthusiastically. I look up at him and I can see the barely controlled desire in his eyes. It’s approaching quicker than any of the others had. He takes one of his large hands and wipes my cheeks. I moan and close my eyes, focusing on the sensation of being filled again and again with each thrust. I don’t put down my paints or brushes solely because I’ll make a mess and Sir doesn’t like messes. I jump into his arms and wrap my legs around his waist. He grins and I gasp as I feel him fill me. “You didn’t answer my question, young lady.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. He stops and I can feel his weight shift as he tries to see me face. I’m so sorry, Sir.