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"Well, you two seem to be clicking," he pointed out, getting out of the car. "You two planned almost our whole wedding by yourselves, and now you are getting a massage from her too. I certainly did picture you two killing each other."

"Why, John?" I pondered, closing the gap between us. "It isn't like I stole you from her. You were divorced for over a year before we met," I reminded him before taking his hands in mine. 'Although, you did leave a beyond sexy hussy,' I thought, kissing him.

We went inside and were immediately greeted by her. "Oh, there you two are," she said, coming up to us. "I almost sent out a search party."

"You never had trouble finding me before, Angela," he mentioned, prior to hugging her.

"I know, but you are marrying my new best friend now. You just had me worried about her," she mentioned, backing away.

"You're funny, Angela. So, where is our room?"

"Oh, no, you'll be getting separate massages."

"Why, we booked a couple's massage, Angela. Did you book it wrong?" he pondered, crossing his arms.

"I just thought it'd be more intimate and better for both of you if you got it done separately. You'll be having that sexy young lady over there massaging you, John," she let me know, pointing to her left. "Say 'Hi' to Megan over there."

He waved, and I peeked back at Angela. I just shot her a dirty look before John glanced back at me.

He kissed me. "I guess I'll see you in little over an hour, Vicky. Have fun with your new best friend," he proposed before he calmly made his way over to Megan.

I took in a deep breath and then Angela put her hand out.

My body shook. 'Shit, Angela has my panties wet again,' I thought before I took it.

We made the short trip to a room down towards the end of the hall well away from Megan and John. I vibrated and tried to keep it together, but the whole time, I just remembered my time right between her legs.

As we made it into the room, I shut the door. "You sly bitch. You really got us separate messages?" I questioned, crossing my arms.

"Feel free to get naked and lie down here, Vicky. By the way, there is no need to be shy around me, we've already kissed each other, and you've already taken my pussy for a ride," she reminded me, tapping massage bed and grinning.

"I love you, but I hate you," I warned her, coming towards her.

"Hey, all best friends feel that way towards each other. You are marrying my ex-husband, how can I not hate you for that? Although, you are still a sexy and nice bitch. So, take off those shorts and that tank top and lie down here."

"What about my undergarments?"

She smirked at me. "Vicky, you aren't wearing any panties or a bra."

I slowly undid my shorts and confirmed half of her theory. She just eyeballed me and cheesed somewhat before I proved the other half as well.

"I have a sixth sense about those things," she confessed as I calmly strolled right to the bed and licked my lips.

I couldn't be sure if she had any intentions, but I just went with it for the time being.

I lied down on my back, and she handed me a towel. "For your pussy, Vicky, which is a sexy part of your body. You are even more dazzling than I thought."

"So, you think he traded up?"

"I can't confirm or deny that."

 "The towel won't be necessary if you can be professional."

She nodded, but never stopped smiling. She calmly moved down towards my legs and squirted some lotion into her hands. I couldn't help, but to keep my eyes on her, and she did the same. I feared something might happen, so I stayed on my toes.

After a few seconds, her hands came down to my legs, and she softly began rubbing them. "You are shaking already, Vicky. Are you uncomfortable?"

"Just a little bit," I responded, leaning my head back.

"I'd love to apologize, but I'd be full of shit. I'll admit it; John did trade up. You are a wonderful woman, you know, for a skank."

"No," I objected, looking back at her and pointing. "Can that talk."

"So, you are killing the chance of letting me return the favor?"

"Just shut up and massage me, Angela," I ordered her, setting my head back down.

She stayed down on my legs for a few minutes, but of course, had me jiggling around somewhat. Sometime after that, she slowly made her way over to the other side of me. The whole time, I felt weird, but tried to enjoy the massage.

Her hands never came off my body, except for her to get more lotion. She did seemingly keep it professional, but that didn't last. From one second to the next, her palms slowly rubbed their way over onto my boobs.

I twitched, but didn't say anything. 'No, she is baiting me.'

She massaged them along with the rest of my chest and did indeed make me feel good. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling, and pictured someone else fondling me.

"Damn, is the wedding getting to you, Vicky? You have tension all throughout your body."

"Maybe a little bit, Angela."

"I hope my presence is helping because I'd never want to come between you two or make your life harder than it needs to be. I absolutely like you, Vicky, and want John to be happy. I've never gotten a massage from Megan, but I can imagine she is making him feel good. Now, I just want to do the same for you."

"Dually noted, Angela."

Neither of us said anything for a few minutes after that, but she made sure to communicate through her hands and her breasts. She leaned over me as she stood by my head and reached for a stomach.

'Really, Angela? You have your bosoms rubbing on my face so you can massage my stomach from that angle?'

Despite her actions, I zipped my lip. I didn't know just how long she'd do it, but I let her go for it as long as possible.

'Crap, you are making me cum now. You damn harlot.'

"Are you feeling better?" she pondered, leaning back up.

"Yes, by the way, is that normal masseuse attire: a blue tank top and gyms shorts?"

"Just for the ones that have eaten me out before."

I sighed, but didn't peek at her.

She knew my feelings, but slowly came towards my face. "May I kiss you, Vicky?"

"No," I protested, getting off the bed. "Enough already, Angela. I admit, I have an attraction to you, and I demonstrated it, but that's as far as it should go."

"So, the passion is gone now? I kissed you and told you I'd eat you out next, so do you not want that?"

I checked out her breasts and came right to her. "You suck," I branded her before I placed my hands on her face and kissed her.

She giggled and placed her hands on my bare butt for a moment. She evidently took advantage of the sudden turn of events.

 Although, after thirty seconds, I pushed her off me. "Damn it, you wench. Just finish the massage," I commanded her, getting back on the bed.

I lied down on my stomach that time though and let her do it. I was reluctant somewhat, but I just put my friendship with her first. Her hands casually came onto my back and immediately began massaging it for me.

"You definitely have the gift, Angela. You have me wanting to cum."

"Oh, I didn't notice, but that's good to know. I have thought about our time together a million times now, even though it was only a few weeks ago. It was naughty for both of us: you are getting married to John, but you found yourself right between my legs. It is quite nice to see your body for a change. Not that you've seen my entire figure, but it is a treat for me. Even though I've been with a handful of women, you are my favorite," she related to me, never stopping her hands.

I took in another deep breath and tried to prepare myself for the pleasure that was to come. Despite my moral objections, I knew deep down that I wanted Angela, and she knew it too. The intimacy with her was perfect, and we were in the best setting for it too.

My pussy just let out some cum every few seconds, and we both knew she was definitely aware of it too. I could only imagine that she was cheesing at me, but of course, I couldn't see her. The fact that she had me in the palm of her hand actually made me want her slightly more.

'Oh, now she is doing my butt and is mere inches away from my slit too. Why, why, why did I accept this free massage? I knew it would just lead to trouble, but it wasn't like I could tell John why it would exactly.'

"You know, it wouldn't be a bad idea if you started coming in here regularly, Vicky. I can totally get you the lifetime 'On the house' discount. Whenever you need some stress relieved, you could just come in here. I'd make damn sure you get you in here as quickly as possible. Hell, I may even convince my boss to let come in here naked."

"But other people here would see me."

"Well, you'd be giving all those people a treat considering how ravishing you are, Vicky."

I took in another deep breath, but didn't look at her. I closed my eyes and just stayed as silent as I could. Although, she knew I was stubborn and I soon found out that so was she. She calmly spread out my legs, and I felt the tips of her fingers come onto my twat.

I clenched my fists and turned my head to the other side. That was when I got to see her, and we made eye contact again. I failed to take the bait and say something, but she blew me a kiss. I just turned my head right back the other way.

"Vicky?"

"Yes, Angela?"

"Could you flip back over so I can finish?"

I didn't reply and just held my position for a moment. I also didn't hear Angela moving much, but I was positive she was eyeballing me.

'I really like her, but now I'm starting to think this friendship might have just run its course. I can't cheat on John again, but she seems to be tempting me more and more by the second.'

"Well?" she asked.

I sighed and calmly rose up without peeking her way.

I clenched my fists again and started to turn around. "Angela..." I said as I got sight of her. "Why the hell are you naked?"

"Well, I'm still wearing my bra and panties, now let's be two naughty floozies together, Vicky. Just as two best friends should be," she proposed, closing the gap. 

I licked my lips and got sight of her mostly nude body for the first time.

"Now you are shaking again, Vicky," she pointed out, placing her palms down on my legs. "Dare I ask: do you like what you see?"

I nodded as I scanned her figure ever so slowly. It seemed to be like shaking a doggie treat in front of a puppy. She knew what the results would be from seeing her, but yet, she decided to let me see her anyway.

Even as she still had her undergarments on, she knew she brought a gun to a knife fight. I vibrated and brought my right hand to my pussy. It leaked nonstop, and no matter how I felt about John, I couldn't deny that there was sexual chemistry between us.

After a couple of minutes, she leaned down to me and kissed me. She hands maintained their positions, and just kept her lips on mine for a moment. It was unclear if she thought I'd intervene, although, she knew I'd let her press her lips on mine.

The kiss lasted for over a moment, and my hand never stopped pleasuring my snatch. I enjoyed the gratification to the max, but of course, I knew that kiss was the gateway to me cheating on John again.

Her lips gently parted from mine, but she stayed close to me. "How was that?"

"You know precisely how that was, you damn tart."

She closed the gap between us entirely and softly pushed herself on me. "We still have thirty-five minutes, Vicky. Would you mind if I returned the favor?"

I glanced down at her tits again and gawked at them for a moment in silence. After that minute, I had no choice, but to bring my hands to her back. I let my fingers onto the clasp of her bra and undid it.

She took it off herself and allowed her breasts to come into the light. Drool immediately plummeted from my mouth, and then I had to get down on my knees as well. I grabbed onto her panties, and I lowered them down.

She stepped out of them as I peeked back at her. Then I rose up with her and took another tour of her body, but with her completely naked that time. Naturally, she let on a lot more lighter fluid to our fire, so it kept burning, and then I yanked her right to me.

Both of us let our palms come onto one another's butts, and we pleasured each other like that as well. Our boobs also came together effortlessly, even though mine were slightly more prominent. Either way, John's bimbo ex-wife who was also blonde did what she had to do to sway me.

Although, after a couple of thrilling moments, I pushed her off me. "No, no, no," I opposed, backing away. "We can't, Angela."

She blinked multiple times and came back to me. "You don't have to fight me, Vicky. Just let this happen, because we're best friends," she recommended, bringing her hands to my melons. "Now kiss me again."

I stood still for a few seconds, but sure enough, I closed my eyes and slowly leaned my face to hers after that. We kissed each other once again, but this time, we just held each other's hands though.

'Son of a bitch.'

As our lips stayed together, I slowly lied down on the bed and she followed me. I couldn't help, but to wrap my arms around her and feel her even more.

'We're making out like the horny ladies in the passion that we are. We both feeling each other's bodies, and I know we both love the feeling we're getting too. How can we not, considering the lust we have between one another? No matter what I think about our actions, she is right: there is no need to fight her because I was going to let it happen. On the other hand, I can only imagine that she'd liked it more with a fight though.'

After a five minute make out session, she calmly leaned off me and brought her lips over towards my chest. She laid a string of kisses all over my breasts and neck for a moment, but kept eye contact with me.

She also blew me more kisses as she made her way down towards my slit. Not a word was said, but we both knew what the result was going to be there. It was just a waiting game, but of course, the longer she made me wait, the hotter she became.

We kept our eyes on each other for a moment, and she even brought her right hand to my pussy. She caressed my lips down there quite softly and shot me one lusty look. She just made me twitch and nearly make the bed go down too.

"Fuck, as you said the first time: fuck me if you are going to fuck me, wench."

"Don't worry, I can keep a secret," she announced before she let her tongue out and went right to my cherry.

"Oh, there you go, you fucking slut, you have your tongue inside my twat now, I hope you are happy."

She failed to react to that at all, except for the fact that she kept eating me out. Her hands didn't even come to the party, she only allowed her tongue and her lips to please me. Although, her hands did come onto my thighs so she could hold me tightly.

I looked at her for the first minute and saw her face away at least slightly, so her tongue was in the light. She just licked my lips somewhat quickly, but lightly at the same time. Even at that, she still made me let out some juice.

She wasn't looking at me at; first, she just focused on pleasing me. I commended her for that, and she knew it when I moaned and placed my hands on her head. Even then, I didn't part my eyes from her; I just eye fucked her.

"You just don't quit, do you, hussy?" I moaned, shedding a single tear.

Again, she failed to give me any kind of answer, but I did feel the tips of her fingers come onto my lips down there. She made me jerk again, but it didn't break her focus. I already felt fantastic, but then I leaned my head back again. I began scrubbing the bed with my body, and I had to do the same with her head.

"Oh, I love you, Angela," I moaned, closing my eyes. "Feeling your tongue thrilling me is doing just what you wanted. You are making me fall for you."

She nodded that time, but we didn't see each other's eyes. I just tried to deal with the gratification and the fear of someone finding out. We only had a door between us and the rest of the building, but her actions made me throw caution to the wind.

Even as I couldn't see her, I swear I knew exactly what she was doing with each move of her tongue: licking it rather slowly. She went up and down, side to side and in a few other different directions as her head seemed to keep moving.

Then I placed my hands back onto my boobs. "Oh, yeah, you want to your best friend cum, don't you?"

"Yes, do you like it so far?"

"Yes, I do," I moaned, getting up onto my left elbow and glancing back at her.

I had to bring my other hand over the back of her head again and hold onto it somewhat firmly. I squeezed my tit hard and just tried to manage her pleasure. We both knew that I loved it, but I still cherished her for the asking.

We maintained our eye contact for a couple of minutes at that point, and just enjoyed the sweet intimacy. Nonetheless, whether I was cheating or not, I felt that sexy thrill coming over me, and I was not about to reject her gift.

"Oh, you obviously have tried this on other women before. I must praise you for your pussy eating skills. I had no idea I was going to eat your snatch that day, but now we're here."

"And you have great juice, Vicky. I hope you liked mine."

"I did, but keep going."

She went on strong, and our clock kept ticking.

"Shit, you might be swaying to wanting to see you again."

She nodded and even sucked my lips into her mouth.

"Oh, for fuck sakes," I moaned, closing my eyes again. "I hate you, Angela, but you are still an angel. Just wrapped in a witch."

She moved her face back and forth, which forced her lips to massage my pussy lips. Her tongue also did the job of fucking me silly, letting it fling all around inside there. With each hit, I felt like I had a mini-orgasm and had a jerk to follow it.

"Shit, if this is your idea of a free massage, fuck, you win, Angela."

She sucked even harder on my lips down there and brought her hands up to my boobs. She fondled them ever so softly for me and enticed the pleasure more than I could imagine. She didn't let up at all; she just wanted to gratify me.

No matter what my relationship was with her, she seemed to be more than convinced to make sure she sent me off as a happy woman. Her method for doing so was just odd, to say the least. Although, in the end, she made damn sure I loved it.

Also with her quite soft hands, she massaged my bosoms ever so softly, so she added another base to the game. She kept her palms right over my nipples and let them fling nonstop going back and forth as well.

"So, with your hands massaging my breasts, your lips on my pussy lips and that tongue gliding both inside and outside of my slit, you are definitely earning your spot as my maid of honor, you damn bitch. I love you, and you will look absolutely ravishing in that dress, but you still suck beyond about everyone, Angela, even John's mom. I'll always want you in my life with John, but I'll always resent you just a little bit."

"Vicky," she whined, letting her mouth off my snatch. "I'm trying to fuck you right now, believe it or not; it isn't just about you. Maybe I like you too, did you think about that?"

"Oh, Angela," I let out, placing my hands on her head again. "Just finish the job."

"Gladly," she responded before she wrapped her arms around my legs. "I know you had to get me off in a hurry because we only had five minutes, but this time, we have more time, so I'm going to make you feel good, but I'm going to take my time," she mentioned before she went back to my twat.

I looked at her for a few seconds, but then I lied my head back again. "Okay, but we only have twenty-five more minutes, so don't dilly dally though."

She certainly didn't; after only a few seconds, I felt her wet tongue come back onto my cunt, and she licked it from top to bottom in a single movement. That instantly made me twitch, but she managed to keep me in place.

Then she just licked me down there numerous times, rather than allowing her tongue inside my snatch. Needless to say, she knew how to keep me guessing and thrill me to no end. I had the bed coming off the legs slightly with many of those licks.

"You have one very sensitive pussy, Vicky," she pointed out, placing her fingers from both hands on my lips. "And may I make one request?"

"Angela, I pick out those bridesmaids dresses, and I'm not changing my mind."

"No, I was going to ask that you never shave down there. Trim if you'd like, but don't ever shave. I like at least a little hair down here."

"You are so interested in me that you are requesting that I keep a certain amount of hair for you?"

"You ask that as if you are surprised."

I couldn't help, but to rise back up again. Angela met me in the middle and kissed me. She placed her hands on my legs, and I grabbed her arms. We kissed as the passionate lovers we were, and our boobs barely touched again.

'Oh, whether I never have sex with her again or two-hundred more times, she is going to be a handful. A delightful, but painful handful. There isn't going to be any getting rid of her, so I'm going to hop that it is a good thing.'

After a five minute make out session, she slowly parted her lips from mine, but neither of us said a word. Although, we both let our hands come onto one another's breasts. Both of us squeezed each other somewhat hard, but made it pleasurable.

Then I just leaned down to her right tit and let my tongue out. I angled my head up, so I saw her, but could still see her bosom. I licked her nipple as we kept eye contact, and just as I figured, I made her jiggle.

"So, we're both hot, and we know how to pleasure each other too. So, lick it again," Angela commanded me, placing her hands on my head.

I kept my hands on both of her hooters and applied pressure to them too. Although, I just held my attention to her nipple there. My speed remained slow and thrilling for her, especially with my eyes on hers.

"Holy shit, Vicky, I swear if you weren't already engaged, I'd propose to you. I've been with three times as many guys as ladies, but now I think I might be a full-time lesbo now. If only for you, then so be it, you dazzling woman. You might be cheating, but you aren't a skank. You're a lovely chick who deserves to have her cake and eat it too. If you want to keep doing it behind John's back, then I'll do it. I'll eat your sweet pussy while you talk to him, I can hide in the shower and do it while you talk about some shit. He'll be suspicious of why you seem not to be able to finish a sentence of why you keep jerking around, but we'll both keep it under wraps and make each other feel good too. Does he even know you like girls too?"

"No, but maybe I'll tell him when the time comes, horny woman."

"Okay, but do it before he gets you pregnant, I want access to your hooters when they get bigger."

"Fine," I responded before I also let my right hand down to her slit. "Only because you are you, Angela," I mentioned before I began massaging her lips down there and went back to her nipple too.

"Holy shit, it is just a fact now: I'm crazy about you. I've probably masturbated at least three-hundred times since that day, and every time you made me cum without you being in the room, I became little more convinced that I loved you. Your reluctance made it rather hot, but of course, you already knew that. Also, you failed to wear undergarments under your dress, so whether you want to admit it or not, you had sinful intentions, didn't you?"

"No, I just knew I'd be getting naked, so I didn't think it was a big deal, simple as that."

From one second to the next, she encased her arms around me and brought me a little closer to her. She failed to make uncomfortable or force me to stop pleasuring her, so she just made it a little more intimate.

She caressed my back and butt somewhat too, so I knew she was out for blood so to speak. To make damn sure I'd be under her spell, and therefore willing do everything with her. I had already cheated on John, so I wasn't what the roof could have been.

I couldn't resist the urge also to let my fingers slither up into her snatch as well. "Now I feel a lot of juice coming out."

She didn't answer, but I felt her increase the pressure on me and pull me as close to her as possible. By then, my entire face was on her boob, but I didn't mind. I still managed to suck the life out of her nipple.

I had to suck my cheeks into my mouth, but I got the job done to please my best friend. Her nipple tasted wonderful, solely because it was her's. The emotional spike was perfect, considering how much chemistry we had.

"I knew you wouldn't turn me down forever; you had your limit, so you gave in, Vicky. It is nothing to be ashamed of, but you didn't really think you could be naked in front of me and not have me start things, did you? You are a hot older lady, and the only way you'd be sexier is if you were a MILF. Too bad you two never had kids, because that would have gotten my panties drenched so much faster." she moaned, caressing my head and neck.

Her words entered my head, but she didn't need to speak them. The deed was already in the process of getting accomplished, but of course, I knew she was only gloating. I had to laugh somewhat, but I didn't break the mood.

I found myself being hot as hell under her, but the emotions were entirely worth it. I couldn't wrap my head around everything, but I seemed to love her. Maybe as a lover or something else, but I certainly didn't want to let her go.

With every suck and lick on her nipple, I felt a few more sparks. Although, I still found made myself switch to her other nipple. I sucked the life out of that one too and made the whole bed shake yet again.

I couldn't resist, but to shed a couple of tears because I found myself making this hot piece of heaven moan and feel good. Then I even began giving her nipple even longer licks, also while I was under her arms and head.

"Crap, I think you are actually making my nipple even more sensitive, Vicky. Damn, that's good, really fucking great in fact, you sexy chick. I surely hope you make him happy because if he lets you go, I might take you. Maybe we could even invite him over now and then, don't you think? I bet you like the idea, don't you? So, work out your nipple sucking and licking skills on me, I don't mind at all. I'd love to treat you like a whore and pay you for sex, but I don't think you'd like that. I'll settle for free sex," she rambled before a pause. "Oh, you are one feisty woman. I tell you what, if I ever call you 'bitch,' 'hussy,' or any other symptom of that, you may slap the shit out of me."

I calmly let my mouth off her nipple, and my head came into the light. "I just might, bitch," I told her before lying down.

She wasted no time coming down to my tits. "We only have ten minutes left, so we better make them count," she proposed before she grabbed onto both of them and let her tongue out.

It arrived at my left nipple, and she gradually licked it. "I'm a woman who can give and receive, Vicky. If you make me feel good, I'll make you feel extra good, do you like the sound of that?"

"Yes, floozy, wrapped in a tart, mix with a tramp with a hint of a hussy."

"Fuck, I love you," she moaned before taking my nipple into her mouth.

"The feeling is mutual, Angela," I said, placing my hands on the back of her head. "I do love this blonde hair you have here. I'm biased, I admit it, but I do cherish it. You must also be using some good shampoo and conditioner too; your hair seems to be stronger than steel."

"I'm sucking your nipple like there is no tomorrow, and you just want to play with my hair?" she pondered, failing to look at me.

I brought her head up anyway and kissed her. "It just means that I see you past your mouth, breasts, pussy and this whole sexual persona too. We spent a lot of time before I asked you to help with the wedding, and those endless hours together made me ask you to be my maid of honor. You were always supportive of him and me moving on, so I had to praise you for that. When it came down to asking you to be my maid of honor, it just felt right." 

"So, may I see you again, Vicky?"

"Are you going to tell John about our first time, or this odd little massage?"

"I'm not blackmailing you, Vicky. You don't do that to people you love; you just don't. Let's face it; I'm pretty damn sure if John did find out, he'd be stoked about it. He'd be dying to see us together and be wanting to get involved too. His cock has been inside both of us, and we're both gorgeous, so saying he'd be thrilled would be an understatement, but yet, I still have a thing for you. So, you have my hands tied, you floozy," she explained before she kissed me.

"Fine, at least one more time, but we can't do it forever, Angela. You are smoking hot, and you do drive me wild, but I don't want to cheat on John forever."

"Then get working on telling him. Even if it takes a year, I'll be ready and willing to jump back into bed, sound good?"

"How are you so sure he'd be into it?"

"Just don't tell him I told you, but he did bring the idea of a threesome quite a few times during our marriage. No, that didn't contribute to why we got divorced, but I had to turn him down. I just wasn't interested, but when I saw you that day, let's say I found that woman."

"Good to know," I said before I kissed her again and wrapped my arms around her.

We made out passionately for a moment and just connected even more. No matter what it all meant, we loved one another and would be friends long after the wedding too.

Then her lips came off mine rapidly. "Crap, we only have five minutes left now, I have to finish you off now," she griped before hurrying back to my slit.

We looked right at each other again as she let her lips back onto it. She immediately sucked them into her mouth and let her tongue slather them endlessly. Needless to say, I had to lean my head back and close my eyes again.

She grabbed my breasts and applied a lot of pressure to them. She nearly had all the groundwork covered, so with that running clock getting closer to closer to the end, we both entered pure paradise.

I twitched around and had the bed come off the legs once again, but it stayed upright. I surely knew what would set me over the edge, but Angela failed to allow her tongue to come onto my labia just yet.

As I knew we had less than three minutes, I sweated up a massive storm and felt my heart looking to break out like a rocket. Angela was a fantastic seductress and one hell of a fucker, and I certainly knew that despite her evasive actions, she was my best friend.

"Oh, fuck yes, you elegant chick," I moaned, leaning my body up and down frequently. "Just lick my damn clit already, and make me shoot all over your face."

I heard her chuckle slightly for a few seconds, and she followed my command. I failed to make a sound, but she knew the result of licking my labia.

Her face moved back an inch. "Douse me, Vicky."

I nodded and then my pussy fired out my juice like a fire hydrant on full blast. I groaned just a little bit over the wonder duration or my groundbreaking orgasm, but of course, my pussy felt to be on fire.

Even as I was positive at that moment that it would inevitably happen again, I felt more than on top of the world with her making me cum all over her beautiful face. I submerged it endlessly for a moment, and I wasn't even sure on just how much time we had left.

I knew for sure it lasted for over a minute, but by the time I could let out another drop, I just lied back and to console myself. "I love you, Angela," I whispered.

"I love you too, Vicky," I heard her mutter back.

I peeked at her as breathed heavily, but then she came to me and stared for a few more seconds. Then she slowly leaned back to me and kissed me again. Her hands stayed away from me, but I placed my left palm on her cheek.

'Damn, she is one crazy, but sexy tart.'

"Shit," she whined, breaking her lips away after a minute. "Someone is knocking," she whispered before peeking at the clock. "Damn, it is three already."

"Again, put your panties on, skank."

"Again, duh, wench," she muttered before she kissed me. "I love you."

"I love you too. I look forward to cheating with you again."

"Me too," she said, slipping back into her panties.

She got dressed, and I lied down about a second before the door opened. "Damn, that hit the spot, babe," John let out, coming into the room with us. "Did you take care of her, Angela?" he pondered, peeking her way.

"I can honestly say 'Yes,' John," she answered, placing her hands on my shoulders. "And I must say your soon to be wife is quite stunning. I certainly hope you are good to her."

"I will be, thank you," he said before glancing at me. "Well, you better get dressed, they don't allow you to be naked out here."

"Okay, just give me a minute."

"You got it; I love you."

"I love you too," I answered before he shut the door.

I calmly got off the bed and came to her. "Maybe next time, we can 69 each other," I proposed, taking her hands in mine.

"I can't wait," she mentioned before she kissed me.