She reached down, her fingers tracing the outline of Nathalie's throat, feeling the way my cock bulged beneath her skin. "Guh—! Nnngh—! S-Stop—!" Nathalie's pleas were garbled around my cock, her body trembling as she fought to breathe.

Angela finally released Nathalie's head with a sharp laugh, and she stumbled back, her lips parting as she gasped for air. "G-Gah—! Hah—! C-Can't—breathe—!" She coughed violently, her chest heaving, strings of spit and pre-cum dripping from her swollen lips. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed, her body trembling—not just from the lack of air, but from the way her pussy ached, her clit throbbing with need.

"Pathetic," Angela taunted, her voice a dark purr as she stepped closer, her fingers tracing the red mark on Nathalie's cheek before sliding down to pinch her nipples.

"Hah—! Nn—!" Nathalie whimpered, her body arching into the touch despite herself, her pussy clenching around nothing, her thighs pressing together. "N-No…" she lied, her voice a broken whisper, but the way her tongue darted out to lick her lips betrayed her.

I smirked, my cock still glistening with her spit, the tip twitching as I watched her struggle to compose herself. "Liar," I murmured, my hand gripping her hair again, guiding her back toward me.

"You love this. You crave it." My voice dropped to a dark whisper. "Now get back on your knees, Nathalie. And this time? You're not stopping until I say so."

"N-No—! P-Please—!" Nathalie's protests were weak, her body already moving back toward me, her lips parting as she took a shuddering breath. "Hah—! I-I can't—!" she whimpered, but her hands were already reaching for my cock, her fingers wrapping around the base as she prepared to take me again.

Nathalie's protests died in her throat as I suddenly pulled back, my cock glistening with her spit. Before she could react, I stood up in one fluid motion, my hands gripping her arms as I yanked her onto the sofa.

She landed on her back with a soft gasp, her legs sprawling open as she looked up at me with wide, startled eyes. The damp lace of her panties was on full display, the dark spot of her arousal impossible to miss.

The second Nathalie hit the sofa, her legs fell open like she was offering herself to me, her damp panties clinging to the swollen lips of her pussy like a second skin. I didn't waste a single fucking second.

I leaned down, my face hovering just inches above her crotch, my breath hot and heavy against the wet spot on her lace. "Mmmff..." I groaned, my nose pressing right against the soaked fabric, inhaling her scent like a fucking animal. The musk of her cunt hit me like a punch—thick, ripe, the kind of smell that made my cock jerk so hard it fucking ached.

"N-No—! D-Don't—!" Nathalie whimpered, her hands flying down to try and cover herself, but I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, my face still buried against her pussy.

She squirmed, her thighs trembling as I exhaled against her, the warmth making her whimper. "S-Stop! P-Please—!" Her voice was high-pitched, embarrassed, but her body betrayed her—her hips twitching, her pussy clenching like she was begging for more.

Angela's laughter filled the room, sharp and mocking. "Oh, fuck, look at her!" she cackled, stepping closer, her fingers tracing the outline of Nathalie's panties. "She's dripping already, Dexter. Can you smell how desperate she is?" Her voice dropped to a dark purr. "I bet if you pulled those panties aside, her cunt would be gushing."

I didn't answer. I was too busy fucking inhaling Nathalie's scent, my nose pressed so hard against her panties that the lace was practically melted into her skin.

A thick, glistening drop of her juice seeped through the fabric, rolling down her thigh like she was leaking for me. "Fuck..." I growled, my tongue darting out to catch the droplet before it could fall, the taste of her exploding on my tongue—sweet, salty, addictive. "You taste like sin, Nathalie."

"Ah—! N-No—! D-Don't lick—! Nnngh—!" Nathalie's back arched off the sofa as my tongue dragged up the center of her panties, the lace soaking through with her juices—and now my spit, threads of saliva clinging to the fabric like fucking webs.

I lapped at her again, my tongue pressing hard against her clit through the lace, the wet sounds obscene in the heavy silence. "A-Ah! S-Stop—! It's—! It's too—! Aaaah—!" Her voice cracked, her hips bucking up against my face like she couldn't help herself.

Nathalie's body suddenly locked up, her spine arching off the sofa like she'd been struck by lightning. "A-Ah! N-Nnngh—! Oh—! Oh God—!" Her voice shattered into a desperate, trembling wail as her thighs clamped around my head, her pussy grinding against my tongue with frantic, needy jerks.

"I-I c-can't—! It's—! It's too m-much—! Ahhhh—!" Her fingers clawed at my hair, her nails raking my scalp as her body convulsed, her breath coming in ragged, broken sobs. "Nnngh—! F-Fuck—! P-Please—! I'm c-coming—! Ahhhhh—!"

Her back bowed off the sofa, her tits heaving as her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching around nothing but air and the ghost of my tongue. "Nnngh—! Ah—! Ah—! F-Fuck—! F-Fuck—! F-FUCK—!" Her hips bucked wildly, her thighs trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

She bit her bottom lip so hard a thin trickle of blood welled, her body shuddering violently as she came—hard, but not with the release of a squirt, just a deep, shuddering climax that left her gasping, her chest heaving as she'd just run a marathon.

Angela's mocking laughter sliced through the air, sharp and cruel. "How long, Nathalie?" she taunted, her fingers suddenly seizing Nathalie's nipples, pinching and twisting them until Nathalie let out a sharp, pained gasp.

"Hmm? How long since some poor bastard last stuck his dick in you?" Her voice dripped with venom, her fingers tightening just enough to make Nathalie whimper. "Tell me, you useless old slut. Or do I have to rip the answer out of you?"

Nathalie's breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her face flushed with shame. "I-It's—! It's b-been—! T-Ten years—!" She choked out, her voice breaking, her fingers clawing at the sofa beneath her like she was trying to dig her way out of hell itself.

Angela let out a cold, amused cackle, her laughter echoing through the room like nails on a chalkboard. "Heh. Heh. Ten years?" She shook her head, her lips curling into a cruel smirk.

"No wonder you're so desperate for cock, Nathalie. I guess Walter got tired of fucking a dried-up old hag and went looking for something tighter, huh?" Her fingers released Nathalie's nipples only to slide down, tracing the outline of her pussy with deliberate cruelty. "Bet he didn't even look at you after those young girls started spreading their legs for him, did he?"

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