With her left hand, she reached beneath him- and found the base of his eight inches.
Squirming on pink duvet, with the set of pillows directly above her, Angel began to tug him again. Her wrists flicked up and down in tight squeezes- and her lips parted- moaning as she stroked him to rabid hardness.
"Shit Angel," he cursed aloud; "You're gonna make me spill. . ."
"Then spill in me. . ."
With that, she spread her legs even further- and inched upwards a little bit to make room for the angle of his penetration. Clutching his cock, and breathing hot breaths down his shoulders, she held him in place as she slipped his cock in.
Together, their blood coiling moans rasped into the air. The sweetness of her voice screeched through her throat. Mike's eyes went round in shock- bulging in their sockets. She was wet- PRACTICALLY FLOODED.
Grunting, he dipped into her wetness- trying to take it slow.
