The sauna, for Veevee to ride Billy

"Let's get hot," Veevee said. She led Billy Royce through her house, cock in one hand, video camera in the other, to the sauna in the back. She had Billy undress as she took off the rest of her clothes, then turned on the sauna. She handed Billy a little tray of lube and supplies and led him in. "You sit down right here after I put a towel down." She gave his cock a squeeze and patted the wood-slatted bench.

"Ma'am," Billy said. He let Veevee spread a white towel before he sat down with the tray to one side. "Not gonna be too hot for the camera?" he asked.

"Nope, it'll stand up to it," Veevee said. "See, we even have a place for it." She set the camera into a rest on the wall that pointed it toward the bench.

Billy raised his eyebrows. "I have to hand it to you, ma'am, you're better organized than my perviest music producer. Don't tell anyone that. And more honest, too. The camera's right there."

Veevee turned the camera on and turned around. "Stop being charming, Billy," she said. "We're here to FUCK."

"Well, fuck YOU, Ma'am," Billy said. "Very, very much." He grinned. Nude, Billy's long dark hair and broad, tattooed chest and arms framing his big, hard tool said Billy Royce is Here and Down To Fuck.

"Ah, ha ha HA!" Veevee laughed. "I guess I asked for that."

"Don't know how to turn it off, ma'am," Billy said. "Sorry about that."

Veevee's ass tingled pleasantly from Billy's eager tongue-fucking, and her sex glowed from the climax he had pried out of her with his fingers.

"Get slippery," Veevee said. She stepped up and lifted a squirt bottle of lube. Billy held out his palm as Veevee poured a little pool in. "Oh, yes," Veevee said as Billy started stroking. "Show me. Show Hank."

"Sir, I beg to report that your wife has insisted," Billy said to the camera. "Do you like the ol' Golden Bough?"

"You know he does, Billy," Veevee said. She gave herself a coat of lube. Veevee liked riding a big one, but Billy was hung with among the biggest she'd enjoyed. "Now get ready."

Veevee stepped up on the bench, straddling Billy's thighs, and put her hands on his shoulders. She bent down toward her lips.

"You sure you want to kiss me?" Billy said. "I've been making out with Miss Rosie."

"I like how I taste," Veevee said. "Thank you for giving Miss Rosie a good time. She loved that."

"My pleasure," Billy said. "I love Miss Rosie."

Veevee kissed Billy, tasting Miss Francy and Miss Rosie, her pussy and ass, on his lips. She reached out with her tongue for his. Billy cupped his hands around her butt. Veevee sighed when his long, strong fingers squeezed her cheeks.

"I want you," Veevee said. "Your cock."

"All yours, ma'am," Billy said. "All yours."

The sauna was warming. Their skin took on the sheen of perspiration, and beads of sweat formed on Veevee's brow.

Veevee reached one hand down to steady Billy's cock and eased herself down.

The camera's view saw a ripple go through Veevee's back as she took him in with a rock of her hips.

"Good to be back," Billy said.

Veevee started slow, but her hunger built as she felt Billy's broad cock head going up and down inside her. She rode him faster wordlessly, letting her pleasure be known by her movements, the look on her face, and her moans as she fucked up and down on his cock.

"AAAH!" Veevee cried out as she reached her climax. Her cunt squeezed down on Billy's thick shaft and her hands clutched hard onto his shoulders. "AAAAAHHHHH!"

Billy rocked gently under her, cupping her broad buttocks as her climax rolled on. Their skin was slick with sweat now, and the air wrapped round them like a hot blanket. The odor of sex and sweat was strong in the hot air. Sweat rolled from their brows and down their necks.

After Veevee found her voice again, she asked, "You close?"

"Yes," Billy said. "Gonna be a big one. Inside?"

"Oh, yes," Veevee said.

"Let me drive?" Billy said.

"Yes," Veevee said.

"Hold on tight."

Billy took a firm grasp of Veevee's buttocks and started lifting her up and down his cock, rocking his hips to add a little thrust. Her sweat-slick breasts bounced under his chin.

"Oh ma'am," he said. "Oh mama."

"Yes, Billy," Veevee said. She felt his cock swell.

"Can I touch your ass?" Billy said.

"Yes," Veevee said. "Yes, yes always, Miss Rosie loves you."

Billy slipped a finger between Veevee's buttocks and pressed it to her rosy ring. "OH!" Billy said. "FUCK!" His cock swelled and exploded in spurt after spurt. Billy's load overflowed Veevee's vagina and flowed in white rivulets down his thick shaft to drip off his balls.

After a time, Veevee stood, walked unsteadily over to the camera, and reached up to turn it off.

"You ever gonna show this video to my Number One fan?" Billy teased.

"Probably not," Veevee said. "Maybe not. But I'd let her make her own."

Billy took a long in-breath.

"Just don't hurt her," Veevee said.

"Never."

"Let's go get a cool shower," Veevee said.

"Help me up?" Billy said. He looked like he needed it, red-faced, sweaty and leaning limply back.