A few hours later, Angela returns to the house with several bags in her hands. She's wearing different clothes now - a tight dress that accentuates her curves and shows off her long legs. There's a satisfied smile on her face as she walks over to you and drops the bags at your feet.

"Here," she says, her voice soft but steady. "These should help pass the time until I get back."

Inside the bags are a variety of items: sex toys, lingerie, handcuffs, and more. It's clear that Angela has prepared these for you, intending for you to use them while she's gone. Your heart races as you look at her, not sure what to say or do.

She kneels down in front of you, her eyes never leaving yours. "Use them however you want," she says slowly, her voice growing husky with desire. "I want you to be comfortable, Jean...

Her body convulses around his cock as she feels him cum deep inside her womb. A shudder runs through her as pleasure washes over her in powerful waves, making it impossible for her to hold back any longer. "Fuck... Gage..." Her voice is rough and breathless, every muscle in her body tensing as another orgasm rips through her. Her hips buck wildly against him, trying desperately to draw out every last drop of his cum as she cries out his name over and over again.

Her body quivers and shudders as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her limp and spent in his arms. Panting heavily, she looks up at him with eyes full of love and adoration. "G-Gage..." she whispers, a small tear trickling down her cheek. "I am yours... I always will be."

Her hand reaches up to stroke his cheek gently, feeling the stubble against her fingertips.

"Ahhh!" Angela cries out in pleasure as you take control, pushing her against the wall. Her legs wrap around your hips, urging you deeper into her. She arches her back, offering herself up completely to you as you kiss her neck and shoulder.

Her moans fill the room, muffled by the contact between your bodies. You feel her tighten around you, her muscles clenching in perfect rhythm with each thrust of your hips. "Oh God, yes,"

Angela gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as she feels the pleasure build inside of her. Her nails scrape against the wall behind her in a desperate attempt to find purchase, but you keep one hand firmly on her wrist, holding her still. With the other hand, you caress and tease her sensitive nipples, driving her wild with need.

Her body quakes beneath yours as she finally reaches orgasm, shuddering uncontrollably around your cock. "Oh fuck,"

"No... I don't. You're right." Her words are choked out between gasps as your cock thrusts deep inside her. "I belong to you... my body, my mind... everything." She arches her back further, pressing the swell of her breasts against your chest as she surrenders completely to this intense moment. Her eyes close tightly, lost in the sensation of being totally and utterly owned by you.

As your rhythm grows faster and harder, her body responds in kind, quivering with the force of her orgasm. Her muscles clench tightly around you, milking every last drop of pleasure from your cock. With a hoarse cry, she arches her back off the bed, pressing her palms flat against the mattress as her release washes over her in waves of blissful agony.