BETH
Michael drops to my pussy, licking and sucking deeply into my entrance, making a dancing magic of his mouth and lips, as he fathoms me with his tongue. My wailing becomes howling...
Oh God...
“Michael... Please...”
He stands, his body language changing. He knows I´m ready. All trace of seduction has vanished. His teeth flashing white against his tan, he has the face and eyes of an angel, but now I see the devil inside...
Inside, I chuckle to myself. I always thought that angel had a dirty halo...
And right now, it´s hitting the ground with a clang...
Business-like, he strips off his jeans, shucking them to one side, all the time holding my eyes with his.
He´s ready too...
His erection quivers upright by his stomach, glistening at the tip. He is... not exactly smiling... but his eyes are intense with a clean lust that makes me want to lay myself open to him and fuck him to a standstill.