Antonio's face was pale like he'd seen a ghost, his jaw dropped and mouth slightly opened.

Angela's hand was still stuck in her cunt, unmovable from the awkward position.

“It's…it's…not what you think…it's not what you think”.

Angela stuttered, breathing heavily as though she would collapse any minute.

Antonio's eyes lowered down to her cunt, his perverted nostrils could smell her arousal and that made him heavy below his belt, the tight bulge was painful and throbbing. 

His eyes returned to her flushed face.

This damn woman… I was trying to hold back… I guess this is it…don't blame me this time…looking like that….moaning my name and masturbating… I am...