" Good... uuuhhhh I reeeeaallly need to feel you explode inside me. Paint my pussy walls with your hot cum. I neeeeed it." She purred.This gave Freddi...e some motivation to pound her faster and harder than ever until he felt her pussy tighten, which sent him over the edge. They came together, and after some repositioning, Freddie got on top of her, kissing her passionately, slowly exploring her body as they rolled together on the floor. She suddenly stopped kissing him, and just stared, looking. My left knee brushes against a small recessed drawer, lacking a keyhole, guarded by a stamp-sized square of black glass. Fingerprint recognition. I smile to myself, remembering the first time I met him. I was supposed to meet up with a few friends from my alma mater, but work dragged out a lot longer than I’d expected. Heading to the bar wearing an office-friendly dress and blazer hadn’t been my ideal choice, but I shrugged it off and told myself that I wouldn’t be dressing up for anyone. ‘So she taught you all about the finer points, huh?’ I interjected. ‘Yep. And a whole lot more!’ the girl chuckled, then moved on with her story. ‘After about six or seven months, Mom knew that I needed more than female companionship and let me bring a guy home, but with one condition…’ She paused and stared out across the lake, as if reflecting on the moment. ‘You should have seen the look on his face when he found out Mom was going to be present when he screwed me,’ she laughed. ‘The next. ”“My name is Stan Satanowski,” he said quickly.“You can call me Angel,” she replied before he had a chance to give his whole name spiel.“So, Angel,” he said, trying to recover control, “will it be drink, dance, or conversation as we enjoy this party?”She smiled and answered, “Let’s begin with dance.”Stan set his drink down on the counter and moved over into a slightly open area where a few couples were dancing to the loud music. As they danced, it was as if a bubble formed around them keeping.