1. Angie's Love


    Date: 3/22/2024, Categories: Femdom, Author: maxinexx 

    ... Her sensuous allure erases Sian from his mind, obliterating her. After several tense, silent moments, he finds his voice, hissing fatal words in her ear, his voice slurring dreamily, thrilled to be captivated by her magic trance, 'I do, Angela, I love you.'

The truth is, he really means it. They lie on the bed, he moulds his body around hers, freeing her, releasing all her pent-up inhibitions, her mournful grief. Languishing in his forceful pressure, relishing the frisson of his warm chest brushing her back, the divine sensation of his proud flesh: erect, turgid, hard, pressing into the crevice between her fleshy buttocks.

She relents, capitulating, losing control, groaning for him, as he kneads her breasts. She draws his hungry mouth to hers, kissing him some more, covering his hands with hers. She slides his palms over her soft tummy, encouraging him to explore her navel, her concealed belly button. His firm hands caress her belly.

She slips his fingers inside her moist satin briefs, tantalising him, and allowing him to fondle her soft hairy mound.

'Pull down my pants,' she pleads, her voice hoarse, husky with sex.

He obliges her, stripping her of her satin briefs as far as her knees. Mesmerized by her explicit reveal, her daring final denouement, he lets her go.

She drops her pants, kicking them off, breathing, heavily, exhaling, panting, gasping, struggling to speak as she feels so aroused, 'Lie on your back. Face the mirror. Close your eyes. And ...
    ... wait.'

She goes to the bathroom. He stretches out on the bed, shuts his eyes, and waits for her to come.

'You can open your eyes now.'

He opens his eyes. Angie is standing at the end of the bed sipping a glass of red wine. She's wiped off her lipstick, make-up: natural blushes colour her cheeks. She looks sensational. She finishes her wine then spreads her body all over his: her slender back resting on his belly, her soft buttocks nestling in his groin, her full breast touching his lips.

He kisses her nipple.

She reeks of a statement-making perfume. He has only smelled it once before, at an exclusive perfumery in Paris: that unmistakable fragrance of chocolates, red berries, caramel: Angel, the twenty-three-year-old cult fragrance by Thierry Mugler. The sexiest scent in the world.

Her aroma, her irresistibly fleshy breasts, her tummy, her soft bum, her puffy lips, intoxicate him.

He wants to fuck her: hard.

She cradles his head in her hand, rubbing her breast on his mouth, draping her hair over his face, creating an intimate veil of secrecy, whispering sexily in his ear.

'Well,' she says, kissing his head, pushing out her breasts for him, a hand on her hip, 'Will I do for you?'

Her eyes are shining with tears. For one sacred moment, he is lost for words.

His heart goes out to her, 'You look beautiful, Angie, just beautiful.'

She trembles as his hands slide over her belly, brushing her soft, curly hairs with his fingertips, caressing the tender, ...
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