Oh no, Angel thought; this fuckboy better not cry. . .
Beads of sweat broke out as he glided in and out of her. The soft clapping of his balls thudded in the background. His grunts, her heavy breaths, and the rustling of cotton sheets, wafted into the air.
"Shit.The.Fuck. . .I'm gunna come. . .I'm gunna come Angel. . ."
Angel's eyebrows curved upwards in surprise. She did not feel the familiar thickening. Nor the bulging of his cock inside her. Nor the steady surge through his tube.
"I'm coming. . ."
He groaned desperately- balling his hands into fists on the sheets. Angel's hands swiftly drifted from his back to his chest. Against his hairy chest, she flattened both her palms, arched her head backwards, parted her thighs even wider- and PUSHED HIM OFF.
Surprise flared in his eyes.
"Woody. . .I want to come on top. . ." she panted; "I'm about to come. . .don't you dare come before me. . .DON'T. . ."
