Although he cared for Angel on a deeper level than that of just a piece of sex meat, he paid for her business. Porn sex Angel couldn’t lift him. She thrashed, clawing at his legs and arms, even trying to reach up and claw his face. Obeying out of pure habit, Angel’s gaze shifted to his face. “Your filthy loose pussy could easily take a doggy dick, you sick cunt!”
Again Angel clawed at him, thrusting her hips up at him in an attempt to buck him off of her. He just continued to maul her. He then pulled her forward, having her rest her head on his shoulder as he wiped the dirt from her back. Angel gasped again; her gasp was almost a whimper, making both men turn to look at her. A few bruises were forming on her cheeks and around her eyes. He watched, but his interest had long died. He gave her face another slap, his grip tight enough on her throat that she couldn’t even barely gasp for breath. He gave her face another slap, his grip tight enough on her throat that she couldn’t even barely gasp for breath.
