"Well..." He tilts his head, thinking. "We could go to the park, maybe ride the carousel or something...or we could just stay home if you'd rather."

He looks up at you expectantly, hopeful that you'll choose whatever option includes spending time with him. There's a quiet desperation in his eyes that breaks your heart just a little.

Hearing this, Angel Dust chuckles darkly and leans in to kiss him again. "You're such a dirty boy," she whispers against his lips before climbing off of him. She rummages through one of the drawers near the bed, pulling out a black leather strap-on dildo that's almost as long as her arm.

"I think this will do nicely," she says with a wicked grin, adjusting it between her legs.

Ignoring his protests, Angel Dust positions herself on top of him again and aligns the head of the dildo with his entrance. She takes a deep breath and slowly pushes inside, causing him to cry out in pleasure.

"Oh fuck... You're so tight!" she moans as she continues to thrust her hips, impaling herself on him. Her body glistens with sweat from the exertion, and her breasts bounce enticingly with each movement.

As he starts to move again, the rhythm is different this time. He's slower, more deliberate, almost torturous. His strokes are deep and long, stretching her open wide. With each withdrawal, he teases her by not quite reaching the edge, then drives back in, filling her completely once more.

Their bodies are slick with sweat, their breathing ragged.

The invitation is clear. With a smirk, you lean forward and press your lips against hers once more, their tongues dancing together as you feel her wetness against your thigh. You break the kiss and look her in the eye.

"Good girl," you murmur, reaching between her legs and rubbing against her swollen folds. "You're so wet for me."

Her breath hitches as you continue to touch her, your fingers expertly driving her closer to the edge. When she's finally on the brink, you withdraw your hand and stand up, stepping back from the tub to admire the sight of her spread legs and flushed cheeks.

"Now be a good girl and stay right there while I go get what we need."

You exit the room briefly, returning a moment later with a small tube of gel. Kneeling beside the hot tub once more, you uncap it and coat your palm with the slick substance. Your erect cock twitches in anticipation as you reach forward and begin to rub the gel onto her pussy, massaging it into her folds until she's thoroughly coated.

As the cool gel begins to warm under her skin, you position yourself behind her and guide your throbbing length towards her entrance. She gasps as you push inside, filling her up with each powerful thrust. Her body trembles with pleasure as you take her roughly, using the spacious love bed to support your weight as you fuck her senseless.

The sounds of their bodies colliding echo through the small space, the slapping of flesh against flesh filling the air as Angel takes control. He increases his pace, throwing his head back in ecstasy as he feels her tight muscles clench around him in rhythm with each stroke.

With a hoarse cry, Rachel comes undone beneath him, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure wash over her. It's only then that Angel follows suit, burying himself deep inside her one final time before pulling out and groaning as he releases his own hot load across her stomach and chest.

Spent, they collapse together on the love bed, panting heavily as their hearts race and sweat beads on their skin. After several long moments, Angel rolls to his side, propping his head up on one hand as he looks down at her with satisfaction.

"Well, well, look what we have here." He grins wickedly. "It seems our little session has been quite the success."