Angelina’s body starts shaking, her walls squeezing my c**k. She’s so alluring with her hair tangled and falling over her flustered face. I grab a fistful of the black strands and thrust inside her, hard. A slight sound, like a kitten purring, leaves her lips. Hearing it, combined with the way her tight p***y is gripping my c**k when she comes, throws me over the edge. I slam into her like a madman until my seed explodes inside her.
She mumbles something incoherent, sighs, then sags onto me, burying her face in the crook of my neck.
“You okay, baby?” I ask.
“Yes,” she whispers and nuzzles at my neck.
I smile, place a kiss on the top of her head and dial Roman.
“Done already?”
“f**k you, Roman.” I lean back and brush my palm down Angelina’s back. “Why would the Irish offer us an in fo
