Derek was already aroused to the point of madness. The whole afternoon he watched Angela in the bridesmaid's dress which fit her perfectly, and he wished to be the silky fabric that wrapped around her body and caressed her perfect skin as she moved.
The only thing better than Angela in that dress was Angela without it. And Angela's alluring body was now right in front of him, covered only with bra and panties.
Twenty minutes was more than enough, and the only variable was how much foreplay they would need until she was wet enough.
Angela swiftly undid her golden-brown hair, letting it spread on the bed around her head like a glorious crown.
Without undoing the buckles of her bra, Derek pushed it up impatiently, releasing her girls for him to feast on. He sucked on her nipple hungrily while his hand moved toward the cradle of her thighs.
