Angel swallowed simultaneously, parting the slit of her thighs.
Above her, covering the entire span of her vision, Nexus' broad chest rippled- tensing and unclenching. Charges flicked through his groin, pulsing rhythmically against the rush of his palm.
Like an onion bulb, pulsing with deep purple, the tip of his cock nudged between her folds. Her wetness welcomed him, and Angel howled.
"NexUS. . ."
His knees skittered along the sheets, drawing back, shifting into attack-position. Angel gasped, feeling the tilting angle of his erection. He gripped his fat cock at the base, tenderly thrusting her at an upward angle.
She head stirred on the vinyl pillow. She gripped the sheets tightly- stretching to receive all of him.
'Fuckin' hell. . .' Nexus swore.
His patience was melting faster than an ice cube on a frying pan. Half of his cock was submerged in her fluids, and the remaining half was a gridlock of screaming veined tube.
