When our breathing slows, I pull out and go to my knees. This puts my face even with Angel's dripping wet p***y. f**k-the smell sends an electrical charge straight to my c**k, making it come to life again. I could easily take her this very minute. Monroe has other ideas. The winch vibrates slightly as it lowers. When Angel is on her knees, the low steady hum stops and her scent fades.
Monroe begins unknotting the ropes holding me and massages my arms after I'm untied. He's done this so many times before but his hands on my bare skin this time are completely different. The warmth of Monroe's touch against my sweat-dampened skin shimmers through my body and makes my d**k even harder.
My whisper is throaty when I'm able to speak. "Turn around, Angel." She's on her knees and she slowly inche
