Angela was certainly taken by surprise and was just huffing and blowing as each stroke seemed to be more forceful than the next. When he’d blew his goo she just sagged forward on the bed and lay there motionless for a while.
“When you were driving your d!ck into my ass you were punishing me weren’t you?” she said later.
“I suppose I was thinking of the times you made a fool of me,” he replied, apologetically, “Sorry if I hurt you.”
“Oh it didn’t hurt – but I’m not much into anal – I prefer it in the bush,” she smiled, fingering her twat as if she was ready for another round.
After consuming countless glasses of champagne and f**king half the night, Chuck fell into a dead sleep. When awoke the next morning he found himself floating on a rubber raft in the middle of the pool with a red ribbon tied around his d!ck. The other guests, along with his host, sat at the poolside attempting to sip their drinks while laughing hysterically.
Angela had made a fool of him once again. THE END