"Let them." My voice was a dark, velvety growl, my breath hot against the inside of Angela's thigh as I spread her legs wider, my thumbs pressing into the soft, yielding flesh of her hips.
The air was thick with the scent of her—musky, sweet, intoxicating. Her pussy was already soaked, her folds swollen and glistening, her clit throbbing under my gaze.
But it was her asshole that drew my attention next—puckered, tight, winking at me obscenely as she shifted on the sofa, her body already betraying how badly she wanted this.
"They're going to hear every filthy sound you make, Angela." My tongue flicked out, dragging slowly from her asshole up to her clit, savoring the way her body jerked in response.
"They're going to hear their mother getting her pussy, and asshole licked like the desperate slut she is."
"D-Dexter—!" Angela's voice was a breathy whine, her fingers tangling in my hair as I buried my face between her legs.
