“FuckMe, Fuckme, Fuckme… Xxx I held as still as possible, my hips twitching just a little while Angie worked my glans with her tongue and I encouraged her between Mary’s words. I had tapped an unexpected core of selfish macho greed in my nature, and freed at last it felt good. Mary she still had her right hand on mine, my finger now lightly gripping Angeles thick hair to pace rather than control the bobbing motions of her head. Angie’s dress was quite simple and unexciting, but underneath she was dressed to be fucked.A white garter belt of the same material as her bra rode her hip line, supporting actual separate stockings, not the pantyhose I had expected. I bucked my hips each time I spurted, feeling her nose flattening against me with each impact. I met her gaze, watching as she looked down my body
