The steaming cum streamed, spurting, into her throat. She sucked it all, drained every drop, and only when he sighed, pushed against her shoulders, and said, "That's enough," did she stop.

She lay back on the cream-colored shag rug while he zipped up. He moved slowly, his cock and his vitality both drained for flow.

Angela almost wished that she had fucked him after all, when she saw his cock disappear in his pants. But Mario would satisfy her.

"What time you gonna be home, Angie, baby?" Dom leered, eyeing her huge tits. "Maybe I'll want another little taste."

She knew that was a lie. He'd had a good come. He was done for days. "Late. Mario's gonna show me a new routine."

Dom shrugged and headed for the kitchen and his beer.

Angela smiled. Mario always had a new routine for her.

Mario was short, very dark, very sexy, and he loved to fuck. Angela knew he was fucking most of the women who came to his dance studio. But she didn't care. Angela didn't care how many other women Mario fucked. As long as he fucked her.

She walked into the studio with her eyes full of, "Let's fuck!" She hadn't even bothered to wear her leotard, or her pantyhose, for that matter. After Dom had gotten his blow job, he hadn't noticed what she wore.

Angela had a fantastic body, and she knew it. Like her eyes, her body said, "Let's fuck!"

"You are ready, aren't you?" Mario said.

"You don't know how ready, darling," Angie purred. "Let's go up to your apartment… now!"

He lived above the studio. Without waiting for his answer, Angela headed for the stairs, moving her ass as much as her skirt would allow.