“Ha! You missed me, didn't you?”

Antonio bragged.

“Yes…yes… I do… I always touch myself thinking of you!”

“Kiss me,” He whispered as he drove relentlessly into her ruined pussy, “kiss me like you missed it.”

Angela opened her eyes slightly and raised her face to meet with him, but instead he claimed her.

His lips press against her own, and his tongue pushes into her mouth.

She sucked his lips as he devoured her. It felt sloppy, and wet, and so good that her body surrendered to him; her muscles even relaxed, her insides unclench, and her resistances broke down.

His kiss radiates through her mouth and seduces every...