We better have locked the door was the last coherent thought Angela had before the waves overtook her; short-circuiting her mind.
She kept a tight grip on Hunter's hair even as the rest of her went limp, her legs turning to rubber as she swallowed her screams, twisting them into painful choked grunts.
Angela leaned forward and put her hands on his shoulders as she slumped against him.
The bump under her beige skirt bobbled for a second before his head appeared. Hunter licked his lips.
"Nice. Sorry about the panties."
"No. You're. Not," Angela said, still hearing her pulse pounding in her ears. "Not."
He shrugged. "Maybe not as much as I should be. But it was well worth it." He c****d his head to one side. "Wasn't it?"
She slid forward into his lap and tumbled them both to the floor.
