When Angela met him in
Beiderbecke’s club, she was wearing her sexiest lingerie and spoke dirtily to
him, suggestively and without ambiguity.
She sought Dave out
and overwhelmed him, disarming him with her directness and was seductive and
charming and the want of her made him ache.
Soon they left the
club and were in his car traveling at pace to his house and all the while she
was enticing and seducing and the moment, he opened the front door he took her
off to bed.
Angela allowed him to
handle her roughly like a rag doll and let him bend her to his will.
He groped her breasts and toyed with her nipples before his fingers, first
probed and then penetrated her hot wetness and Dave made her whimper and moan
and grunt and groan and he revelled in her response to his touch and finally
she begged him to enter and as he did he felt her shudder.
Such was the burning passion that consumed them both they were lost in the
baseness of the act and filthy words spilled from her lips as they exorcized
their lust.
It made them sweat and it made them shake and then the sweet ecstasy in the
moment of their passions culmination she soothed his ache.
Angela used him and abused him until he begged for rest, she exhausted him
until he could scarcely go on and when he had no more to give she wrung him out
like a wet rag and cast him aside and as quickly as she came into his life she
was gone from it and he slept the clock around.
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