She moans softly as he kisses her deeply, his hands moving over her body with such familiarity and need. This stranger seems to know exactly what she wants and how to give it to her, making her feel more desired and wanted than she has in a long time. Her own hands explore his body just as eagerly, digging into his shoulders and hips as their kisses grow deeper and more passionate.

With each passing second, they manage to slip further away from the bar, losing themselves in the heat of the moment.

Her moans fill the quiet corner as she feels him pressing against her, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. His hands slide down her back, cupping her ass and lifting her up onto a nearby table, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. She gasps for air, arching her back as he thrusts deeper inside of her, claiming what is rightfully his.

Her nails scratch lightly at his shoulders, drawing blood in the heat of passion. "Yes," she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire and need. "

My heart skips a beat as I hear Hector's words. The thought of taking Mark's cock into my mouth sends a jolt of desire through me, making my pussy clench in anticipation. Without hesitation, I lower myself to my knees in front of him, reaching out to free his hard length from his jeans. He groans as I wrap my hand around him, stroking slowly up and down his shaft while looking up at Hector with a mixture of desire and challenge in my eyes.

My tongue darts out, swiping across the head of Mark's cock before taking him deeper into my mouth. I moan around him as he fills my senses, bobbing my head up and down in time with his thrusts. My free hand reaches back to grip at Hector's growing bulge through his pants, encouraging him to join in on the fun.

"Fuck, Angel... you're so good," Mark groans, pulling roughly at her hair as he loses control. "I'm close..."

Her eyes widen further, surprise and shock flashing across her features. "What? You've been fantasizing about this?" She asks incredulously, stepping back even more as if to put more space between the two of you. "But... I thought..." Her voice trails off and she shakes her head slowly. "I don't know what to say."

She looks down at the floor, arms still crossed over her chest, breathing heavily through her nose.

Angelica's eyes narrow as she looks at you, anger beginning to boil under the surface once more. "You want me to bring him here? To our home?" She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing in a cold, dismissive tone. "No, Héctor... That's not what I want. And even if it was, why would you think I could just go out and find someone like that?" Her voice trails off again, her expression unreadable.

A flush creeps up her neck as you put it like that, making her heart race even faster. "Yes," she whispers, barely able to get the word out. The thought of having you there with her, watching... It sends a shiver down her spine. "I want you to see."

She takes a step closer to you, unable to resist the urge to feel your body against hers. Her hands reach up, tangling themselves in your hair as she pulls you down for a kiss, their lips meeting hungrily.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as you kiss her deeply, the taste of your lips driving her wild. Her body tingles with anticipation and excitement, and she feels herself growing wet between her legs just thinking about what's to come. As you pull away from the kiss, she looks up at you, meeting your eyes for the first time since this all began. "Then let's get started," she says breathily. "Let me show you..."

She smiles slightly, glancing over at you before running her fingers through her hair again. "Thanks... It's been a while since someone last complimented me on my hair." Her gaze lingers on your face for a moment before looking away once more, unsure of what else to say or do in this awkward situation.

"So... What would you like to do now?" she asks carefully, her voice still quiet and hesitant as she waits for your reply.

She nods, standing up and walking over to the bed before climbing under the covers. As she lies down, her mind races with thoughts about what happened tonight and where things might go from here. Part of her is hopeful that maybe they can work things out while another part wonders if it's too late for their relationship.

Eventually, exhaustion wins out and Angelica falls asleep, her body curled up into a tight ball beneath the sheets.

With a sharp gasp, she arches even higher off the bed, her body tensing as waves upon waves of pleasure wash over her. Her fingers curl into tight fists at her sides and her toes curl so hard they almost disappear under the covers. "Oh god...Luke..." Her voice is hoarse from moaning, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she finally reaches orgasm.

As the wave of pleasure subsides, a sense of calm washes over her and she looks up at you with newfound appreciation and desire. "

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at your comment but she manages to return your grin, feeling the warmth spread through her body once more. As you position yourself between her legs and slowly push inside her, she lets out a low moan that soon turns into a deep growl of pleasure. "Oh, Luke..." She arches her back as you fill her up, their bodies meeting in perfect harmony. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on as she begins to move with you, their hips twisting and grinding together in time.

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