Finale
We're watching the movie Deadpool, one of our favorites, on the big screen. Angela is pressed up against my front and between my legs as we half-lay on the sofa. She's wearing a white loose tank top and skimpy shorts since it's summer. And I love that I have easy access to her body like this. It's only been hours since I was last inside her, but it damn feels like weeks.
I've been stroking her toned arm for the past few minutes, my fingertips enjoying the feel of her smooth skin. She glances up at me with a mischievous smirk and shifts so she's partly facing me now. Then she leans in and claims my lips in a lazy kiss while I skim down her tiny waist and under her top. A moan slips from her when I grab a handful of her breast and squeeze it.