While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without JavaScript, it will work better with it enabled. Please consider turning it on! In fact, he spent the 11th recording his first studio album, the session lasting from 10am to 10pm. He was regularly playing at various venues, not only the cavern and the odd show elsewhere. There was no indicator of it slowing down. He was busier as his fame increased, but he always made time to rawdog you in a supply closet, or lay down and moan while you played with his sweet body.
You wanted to get him something nice to show your appreciation and congratulate him. The store was having a sale on pink and red garments to celebrate the holiday. You browsed the little store, the busts dressed in things ranging from structured push ups to satin bralettes.
You found something that caught your eye. Seeing the way the ethereal fabric draped from the hanger, you knew immediately that it was perfect. You brought it to the counter, placing it in front of the woman working the register.
The light from the windows hit the garment as it moved, causing shimmery highlights to appear. You could only picture how nice it would look on him. You took the paper bag from her, then left the store.
You picked him up at the ballroom. Paul was revved up after the show, a light sheen of sweat on his face, still unable to keep still. As soon as he saw you he pressed his plush lips to your in a salty kiss, you could feel his quick heartbeat. His eyes were wide open and glassy, still smiling from the performance. You took him back to the room. Once you closed the door Paul pushed you against it, attacking your neck. He pressed his body tightly against yours, and you could feel his violent heartbeat against you.
