" and with that he shoved his rock hard cock into my pussy harrd, slamming it home quickly and deeply. He grabbed my hips firmly and pounded away on m... pussy. It felt so fantastic to finally have a real man inside of me! It hurt like hell but it was what I needed. I screamed as much in pain as in pleasure. He wasn't particularly hung but he was solid and filled me up. He shoved as hard and fast as he could in and out of me. "Is this what you want, slut? Huh? Do you like this cock?!" He was. Kirti was preparing coffee for us. I went from behind and gave her a light hug and wrapped my arms around her. It was routine for us to hug each other so she didn’t pay much heed to it. I got a hard-on as I got closer to her.My hardness was pressing on her ass crack. She felt a bit uneasy but didn’t say anything. Instinctively I turned her facing me and kissed her on her lips. She was shocked and slapped me hard. I was confused!!I thought she was giving me positive signs by not wearing a bra to. It was basically a bikini top — South American style — that was covered with sequins. Being that it is cut in the classic South American style, when Angel has the top on, everything around her comes to a halt. The top literally looks as if it will burst at any moment. There seems to be no chance that the thin straps will stand the strain of Angel’s luscious breasts. The combination of the black velvet pants and the bright sequined top, turns Angel into a nightime star. The sequins dance merrily. She must have heard him coming because she got up. The first thing he saw was the way her pajama panties were wedged in her vagina, her woman’s place. His eyes didn’t stray there long. Her face needed his attention. Because she’d been crying there were little rivulets of partially dried water that meandered down her cheeks. She’d neglected to wash her evening’s make up off, and the little trickling streams were highlighted by un-wiped mascara. That wasn’t what held his attention though. It was.