Gabriel tilted his head as she approached, thumbing his engorged dickhead casually.  When she had approached him, he used his knee to make her spread her legs.  His eyes appeared tired, like he was overcome by the sensuality of the woman.  Gabriel peeked at her wet pussy, and began to laugh.  Then his face became grim as he snatched Vasha in his arms and pressed her stomach down against his lap.  His hard cock was driving against her soft, cold abdomen.  Gabriel tightened his reign on her if she tried to move.<br/><br/>He surveyed her rump, feeling her curves, remembering their intimacy with his touch.  He cupped his hand into the valley of her ass, and then dipped the very tip of his middle finger into her anus.<br/><br/>"You should be feeling awfully sorry for the shame you brought upon me, Vasha,"  he said, gritting his teeth.<br/><br/>Gabriel brought his hand down hard against her backside.  He hit her again and again, folding her body like a crumpled accordion on his lap with the strength of his blows.  If she squirreled away, he'd reel her back in.  If she slipped off, he'd pull her back on.<br/><br/>"If you cry out in pain, I'm going to make you suffer,"  he hissed into her as he kept on pummeling her backside.  He gripped her red, swollen glut tightly, rolling the flesh, before he slammed his palm against her rump again and again and again, until her pale flesh was almost crimson.