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he gave it to her eagerly. Spent, she dropped her foot to reach behind him and with a tug released his
hands from their restraints. He immediately wrapped a fist around his erection, his own mounting
desire impossible to ignore. Angela moved—a little wobbly—to the nightstand and took out a
condom. Returning, she unfurled it on him with one swift movement. Then she straddled herself just
above him.
“I’m going to fuck you, Mark,” she said. “You good with that?”
He nodded vigorously, placing his hands on her thighs and guiding her down onto his throbbing
head. She seemed to take him in partway, bobbing slightly, agonizing him, but not sliding all the way
down.
“Your pussy is fucking perfect,” he crooned, watching her slowly consume him.
“Shh … good boy,” she purred, stroking his hair. She inched down, then, holding his shoulders,
slammed onto him, taking his shaft all the way in, as he threw his head back, pressing his fingertips
into her thighs. Then it began, her fierce gyrations, her exquisite hips pumping him for everything he
had. She was all appetite and he was simply food for her, and he was loving it, probably astonished
that his body could provide for a woman like this. She was fucking him, and I could feel myself grow
hotter as his fingers dug into her taut flesh, his ropy neck muscles pulsing. At one point, he held her
face and kissed her hard, like he needed a hit. After which she gazed down at him over the mounds of
her own bouncing breasts, and came. Her cries were barely dying down when he stood, lifting her up
in an easy straddle, pivoting, and tossed her onto the bed, making her laugh out loud.
“Nice job!” she said.
Strangely, I felt proud of him in that moment too, I really did. Go for it, Mark, now make her
yours!
He stood over her now, slapping her knees apart, his to conquer. He entered her swiftly, sharply.
Oh god, she cried out at the same time that I murmured it, my fingers finding myself, doing to myself
what he was doing to her. And that’s when I felt it too, watching them. I felt it travel all the way up my
body. One hand tangled in her hair, he was relentless as she moaned beneath him, her legs wrapped
around his lean waist, her arms flung over her head, letting him fuck her hard like that for a few
moments—and soaking me in the process.
Then, in one impressive move, she flipped him over onto his back and she was now straddling him,
in control again. He laughed at his pinned arms, using all his strength to lift her forward onto his stilleager
mouth, his fingers separating her folds, his head moving in circles. She looked back over her
shoulder at his unrelenting erection, flipped around and slid his condom off, the front of her pussy
now before Mark’s tongue. When she took him in her mouth, it was mere seconds before he arched
beneath her, coming, moaning, “Angela … oh Christ,” lifting his pelvis in service to her. I was awed
by her skills, her enthusiasm, as she licked him clean. And when she came yet again, so did I, with an
intensity I had never felt before, all my senses exploding, my moans mingling with hers. Collapsing
back into my chair, feeling faint, I breathed heavily along with them.
After a pause, Angela crawled off Mark, flopping next to him in the bed. Both their bodies were
swallowed up by a cloud of down duvet and pillows. The gentleness with which he held her, the soft
way her hand moved up and down his stomach, this now seemed far too intimate to watch. Flushed
and satisfied, I quietly exited the room, shutting the door gently behind me. I ducked into a small
washroom next door to splash cold water on my face and hands.
My phone said three o’clock. Enough time to stop at the grocery store, pick up some wine, and
maybe even rest a little before Jesse was at my place. That boy had no idea how this training session
was also about to benefit him.