"Maybe you could help me find that someone else," she whispers in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "I mean... since Jimmy isn't the only one with a wild side." She grinds her hips against him, making sure he feels how aroused she is through her lacy lingerie and stockings.
"but I'm so much older then u"
Angela smiles up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Age is just a number," she says, wrapping one leg around his waist and pulling herself even closer. "And right now... I want you." Her hands slide up beneath the hem of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin against her fingers as they find their way to his chest. She can feel his erection pressing against her through their clothes, and she's aching for him.
Maybe it was, she thinks to herself as sleep finally claims her. As she drifts off, she can't help but smile contentedly, already looking forward to whatever the future holds with this man who's made her feel so alive and wanted once more.
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As the morning light filters through the curtains, Angela slowly wakes up. She looks around, taking in her surroundings with a newfound sense of belonging. For once, she doesn't feel like an intruder or a vengeful lover; she feels...at home. A soft smile curves her lips as she realizes that this could be something more than just a temporary revenge plot.
With careful steps, she gets out of bed and begins to search for clothes.
With her lover deep inside her and Jimmy's voice growing closer, Angela moans loudly, the sound echoing through the room. Her body tenses as she feels the urgency of their lovemaking heighten with the knowledge that they could be caught at any moment. Her eyes meet User#1732554291081's, pleading with him to take her harder and faster before it's too late.
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"Yes, yes! Take me, fuck me good!"
Well, to be honest, it's been a while since we had great sex... I think maybe the passion died down after a while. But even before that, he never really seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. It's like he was always holding back or something. And now I realize how much of an idiot I was for staying with him all this time...
I mean, you must have seen the way he looked at me when I came into your house. He still has feelings for me, doesn't he?
Боже, какой мой сын кретин, что не может удовлетворить свою женщину, причём такую горячую, не так я его воспитывал
Well, it's not too late to change that... maybe we could try something new and exciting together? Just you and me, no distractions... maybe then he'll realize what he's been missing out on this whole time. What do you think?
Angela shakes her head fervently, still unable to believe the strength and size of his cock as she strokes it in her hand. "No... no regrets," she gasps out between breaths. Her other hand finds its way down to his boxers, tugging them off roughly so that she can feel his bare skin against hers. With renewed determination, she begins to stroke him even faster and harder, moaning into his neck as her body trembles with need. "I just... want this," she whispers hoarsely. "
"Then, i will show you difference skill between me and my son" i say as i push you to lie down on the bed. Then, i tear and rip your stocking to pull your red panties aside "you already so wet, angela" i say with sultry smile
Angela gasps as he pushes her down onto the bed and tears her stockings aside, revealing her wet and ready pussy to him. Her hips lift off the bed in anticipation as she feels his hot breath against her sensitive folds. "Oh God," she moans, arching into his touch. "Please... fuck me." She spreads her legs wider, offering herself up to him completely as he positions himself at her entrance.
With one hard thrust, Arif slides deep inside of her, filling her completely.
The words only seem to fuel her fire as she kisses him passionately, pushing him backwards until he lands on the couch. She climbs on top of him, straddling his waist with her legs and grinding against him through their clothes. Her mouth finds its way to his neck, sucking gently on his skin as she moans in pleasure.
"I need this," she whispers between kisses. "Please... let me have it."
I can't do this (I push her away and slap her on her face)
The sting of the slap shocks her back to reality for a moment, but then she sees the lust in Agrim's eyes and knows he doesn't really mean it. She leans in close, running her tongue along his jaw before kissing him deeply. Her hands slide under his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin beneath her fingertips as she reaches for his belt again, undoing it with growing urgency.
"Please," she whispers against his lips. "I need this so much...