[Her mouth falls open at the uptick in speed, letting loose a cry that brushes against his lips that close in on hers. She's close to an overload, stomach pulling taut as the coiling builds up at the base of her spine. Angela can taste it just behind her teeth and her legs tremble with anticipation, toes curled into the carpet, but there's something she's missing. Just a little more, a lure so significant she won't be able to deny it.]
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