[For being the one in control, Angela finds herself getting weak in the knees at how he holds their eye contact. Far too many people would look away or close their eyes, either from embarrassment of being seen so open and so raw or from sudden awkwardness. There's neither here and she likes that about him. So unfettered, not a bit of shame when it comes to sex. That alone is a turn on and as she lets go of him, she leans back on her legs, lips tinged red and slightly swollen, panting more from arousal than a lack of air.]
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