Tall. She began to realise this wasn't the muscle build hunk from across the hall.She also knew she got herself into this and she was frankly too horn... to care. This could've been a bum from the streets and in the end she needed it."Come on shy guy." she said pulling up her finger again "Lets just see what you want to do to me when you get up here." she said with a smile and a giggle.It slowly began to crawl up the bed. She closed her eyes slowly turning around. Her knees against the bed, legs. Angie would only gasp and moan with pleasure with every squeeze, and every rub of her fanny."Mmmmmm who does this lovely arse belong to?"Daniella asked with a moan."Mmmmm yours..."Angie replied, to which she got a hard clawing squeeze."Yeah... Damn right it does, slut mmmmm..."Daniella returned, before she asked,"Who owns you, slut?" You do..."Angie softly groaned with pleasure.Daniella then let go off her cheek and smacked it."Who owns you?"She asked again."You do."She got another smack."Say. Lubrication was not an issue. Sean had kept me on sexual edge for days, with only momentary release. Some of that had not been intentional, but results were what mattered. The other side was that Sean was probably primed to blow. As with many areas of my life, pace was everything.Sean gasped as I lowered myself onto his erect member. I reveled in the fullness, taking a moment to orient. When my pussy squeezed down, Sean gave another gasp. It was nice to know all the years of vaginal exercises. I have long black hair, hazel almost golden eyes, large firm breasts, and a round ass. The problem was, the men that asked me out didn’t seem to strick any chords with me. It seemed they were always too something. Too old, too young, too fat, too skinny, too inexperienced, or the worst-too experienced. I wanted someone I could click with in the sack, but be able to hold a regular conversation with. I also wanted some excitement. A man that would be more than willing to explore.