Chapter Eight
“Hey,” she protested, “leave some for me.” She rolled onto her side, pressing her body against mine. Leaning in to kiss me, her right hand moved across my torso to cradle my left breast.
Angela’s lips moved against mine with increasing passion. Her tongue occasionally lapped at the sticky residue her s*x had smeared across my face. Our kiss seemed to reanimate her. While our tongues played, her palm covered my rapidly stiffening n****e and began to rhythmically caress me. I felt the bud tighten further as she slowly circled it with a fingertip.
My n*****s were more sensitive than I could ever recall and I wanted Angela to feel how hard they were. More than that, I needed her to kiss them. As if reading my thoughts, she pulled away from my lips and lowered her head to my br
