228 Starving

Angela bit her lip, watching Gael shoving his pants down, his boxer briefs going along with it. He kicked his socks and shoes off as he stepped out of his pants. A foil packet was tucked in his fingers when he stood back up. And she was blessed with the majestic view of his tensed V and the glorious angry cock that's pointing erect at her. He was thick and long. That enormous thing was in her mouth, and she was barely able to take him in. She could only imagine how much it would stretch her.

On a different day, he'd have taken his time, but tonight, he seemed to be aggressively impatient. He tore the packet with his teeth and rolled the condom on. In the next second, he carried her towards the bed, and he sat down with her straddling his lap. "You're so gorgeous," he whispered, his voice hot and gravelly.

She replied to him with a kiss, to which he responded with his own. "Please," she begged. She couldn't wait any longer.