[She moans against the table, both pleased and exhausted, grateful he has the presence of mind to move his hand away. Angela would never say he's a lazy lover, not with the way he pays attention to how sensitive she gets at this point, every thrust multiplying the aftershocks that are already there.
Angela could sleep a thousand years at this point, but it's his turn now and when she pushes herself up on her hands, using the table as leverage to change the angle while grinding her hips back against his, she hopes it feels just as good to him.]
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Angela could sleep a thousand years at this point, but it's his turn now and when she pushes herself up on her hands, using the table as leverage to change the angle while grinding her hips back against his, she hopes it feels just as good to him.]