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The velvet-black of the room hugged every curve. Angela moved in tight slow steps, tits heavy under thin silk, the strap sliding down one shoulder. Her skin caught the low light like sweat on glass. The man across from her hadn't blinked in minutes. She liked that. She spread her legs a touch wider, letting the dress ride up, and the heat between her thighs hit cool air. She wanted him to see the faint sheen already gathered there. When he stepped in she smelled leather and smoke on his hands. He took her jaw, thumb rough against her lip, pressing until her mouth opened. She sucked the digit slow, let saliva slip out the corner, never looking away. His other hand grabbed a breast hard, fingers sinking in. Her nipple tightened under his grip, and she leaned into the ache. He yanked the dress down; the fabric caught for a second at her waist before it gave. Her bare chest heaved once. He traced the pale underside, then squeezed the flesh again, pushing the globes together, watching how they spilled. The seam between them glistened, and he ran his cockhead along it, smearing pre-cum in a glossy trail. Her knees hit the floor without a word. She dragged her tongue up the underside of his shaft in one long stroke, tasting salt, feeling the vein pulse. When the head bumped her lips she didn't hesitate—just sank down till her nose brushed trimmed hair. The gag hit fast and wet; strings of spit slid out the corners, dripping onto her tits. He grabbed two fistfuls of hair and fucked her throat in steady punches. Her eyes watered. Mascara streaked. She kept taking it. He dragged her up, spun her around, shoved her chest-first to the mattress. One knee forced her legs open wider. He pressed the fat head against her soaked slit, slid once to coat himself, then rammed in deep. The first thrust knocked a raw moan from her chest. He didn't slow—just gripped her hips and pounded her open, balls slapping wet skin. Each drive shoved her forward; her nipples dragged across the sheets, raw and stiff. His thumb found her ass, circled, pushed. She growled something that sounded like need. Two fingers worked past the ring, stretching her while his cock kept bruising her cunt. He fucked both holes at once, pace vicious, breathing sharp. Sweat rolled off his chest onto her back. She came hard—shuddering, clenching, mouth open against the pillow. He didn't stop. He rode the spasms, going deeper until his own finish hit. Thick ropes pulsed inside, then overflowed, running down her thighs in white streaks. He pulled out slow, watching it leak, then pushed two fingers into the mess and fed it back into her slack mouth. She sucked them clean without a word. The room stayed quiet except for their breathing.
The velvet-black of the room hugged every curve. Angela moved in tight slow steps, tits heavy under thin silk, the strap sliding down one shoulder. Her skin caught the low light like sweat on glass. The man across from her hadn't blinked in minutes. She liked that. She spread her legs a touch wider, letting the dress ride up, and the heat between her thighs hit cool air. She wanted him to see the faint sheen already gathered there. When he stepped in she smelled leather and smoke on his hands. He took her jaw, thumb rough against her lip, pressing until her mouth opened. She sucked the digit slow, let saliva slip out the corner, never looking away. His other hand grabbed a breast hard, fingers sinking in. Her nipple tightened under his grip, and she leaned into the ache. He yanked the dress down; the fabric caught for a second at her waist before it gave. Her bare chest heaved once. He traced the pale underside, then squeezed the flesh again, pushing the globes together, watching how they spilled. The seam between them glistened, and he ran his cockhead along it, smearing pre-cum in a glossy trail. Her knees hit the floor without a word. She dragged her tongue up the underside of his shaft in one long stroke, tasting salt, feeling the vein pulse. When the head bumped her lips she didn't hesitate—just sank down till her nose brushed trimmed hair. The gag hit fast and wet; strings of spit slid out the corners, dripping onto her tits. He grabbed two fistfuls of hair and fucked her throat in steady punches. Her eyes watered. Mascara streaked. She kept taking it. He dragged her up, spun her around, shoved her chest-first to the mattress. One knee forced her legs open wider. He pressed the fat head against her soaked slit, slid once to coat himself, then rammed in deep. The first thrust knocked a raw moan from her chest. He didn't slow—just gripped her hips and pounded her open, balls slapping wet skin. Each drive shoved her forward; her nipples dragged across the sheets, raw and stiff. His thumb found her ass, circled, pushed. She growled something that sounded like need. Two fingers worked past the ring, stretching her while his cock kept bruising her cunt. He fucked both holes at once, pace vicious, breathing sharp. Sweat rolled off his chest onto her back. She came hard—shuddering, clenching, mouth open against the pillow. He didn't stop. He rode the spasms, going deeper until his own finish hit. Thick ropes pulsed inside, then overflowed, running down her thighs in white streaks. He pulled out slow, watching it leak, then pushed two fingers into the mess and fed it back into her slack mouth. She sucked them clean without a word. The room stayed quiet except for their breathing.