Damn, oh damn, he's got a nice prick. If the bastard only knew how to use it! "No, Dom, not now!" But she could feel her body responding as the cock caressed her cunt hair between her thighs.

"I got the itch, Angie."

"Why didn't you have the itch last night, when I did?" she replied.

"Who knows? But I do now. And so do you. Your pussy's wetter than hell!"

It was. She could feel her juice oozing from her cuntlips and dripping down her inner thighs.

Damn, damn, damn the bastard, she thought. But, why not? She would still have enough left for Mario – more than enough.

Her nipples were stiffening and she brought her hands to her tits and belly. The working fingers jerked the flesh, twitching the stubby buds of her nipples and moving the lips of her pussy so that her clit seemed to pulse with desire.

Dom reached for her, one hand going to her cunt, a finger pausing to caress her clit before diving between the lips to stroke her inner pussy.

Angela dropped to her knees to mold his prick in her hands. She watched his face as she undid the pants and pulled his massive cock farther into the open.

You dumb bastard, she thought, staring at the enormous tool, I would never have started fucking around on you if you'd given me as much of this as I needed!

Dom ran his fingers through her long black hair and tickled a tit. He was quiet, breathing hard, smiling, and when she gently rubbed his cockhead with a fingernail, he gasped.

She played with his balls, rolling them in their soft, hairy sac. She caressed his cock, running the foreskin back and forth over the head, inserting a finger under the moving skin, titillating him with her knowing touches.

He kept grinning, but his touch on her nipples became more urgent. He pinched them until she groaned. He clamped his fingers into her scalp, cruel and brutal.