“Owwww!”
The moment as she bent at the waist caused her pants and underwear to brush against her furnace of an ass, but the sensation was overcome by the feeling of burning determination.
“Si!” the matador shouted, forgetting himself and speaking his Spanish. “Si. Poder, mandar y temple!”
Again she did it, then again and again, until her mentor was convinced she had learned her lesson well.
“Bravo,” Mariano shouted and came to her with a satisfied smile. “Let’s hope we don’t have to teach you the hard way again!”
Uncontrollably, Angela dropped the lure and flung herself upon the matador, kissing him madly. As their mouths and tongues collided, it was clear a new relationship was about to begin.
“Run the hand.”
Angela opened her eyes to find herself in the empty bullring once more. S
