Naughty Ms Wicky Angel Cums in Steamy 3-Some

I still can’t stop thinking about that whole angel wicky blowjob session with Angel, and even now, sitting here remembering it, I get this little shiver that goes straight through me. We were barely an hour into hanging out, just chatting and laughing, but there was this current underneath everything, that quiet shift she controls without even acknowledging it, the way she’d let her wrist linger when handing me a glass or tilt her chin just so. Before I knew it, our friend had moved closer, the couch shrunk to nothing, and Angel sort of orchestrated the whole melt from casual to electric with a glance each, then a smile that meant business. It really didn’t faze her to treat us both like toys lined up for her, peeling off layers without urgency, teasing each available curve, letting her eyes wander side to side to keep us both hanging on what response was next. Lowering herself with her knees into the rug, warmed from the heat we’d already kicked up, she fit her mouth slowly around him, that first wet, languid touch sending a jolt through all three of us, and I just watched her take her time, her lips working in a rhythm that had my own breath hitching as she glanced up, waiting to see how far she could push us before it all spilled over.