[Whatever it was Angela thought she needed, this does well enough. She gasps sharply as she drops to her forearms, head dipping low and in turn, intensifying the traction he already has on her hair. The combination is too much, all too soon, and her body erupts and quakes around his cock, muscles twitching and seizing, breath and words catching in her throat. She's frozen in a place, led only by her climax, where everything comes down to a pinpoint of only him and her and their bodies matched together.]
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