Focused on keeping quiet, but eager to get her bag, she didn’t notice…
A low clearing of one’s throat stopped Angel in her tracks. Sex vedio Angel watched not him, but the cigarette as it wiggled as he talked, the burning tip flaring a red hue as he inhaled. Dante had given her another gentle kiss before pulling away from her, and helping her back into her shorts. She hadn’t noticed a lot then. She ran the brush through her hair and hung the towel on the hook on the back of the door. Dante was shirtless. She pushed the water back out of her mouth, slowly standing straight, then lowering her head forward. “I’m taking you out, come on,” he answered her silent skepticism. He put his hands on her sides, gently lifting her and setting her on the table. The sheer lace sleeves, the straps that attached a black fabric choker, the whole dress was beautiful, despite its provocative suggestions. She slipped into her bra and thong before pulling her shorts up and a plain black, tight t-shirt over her head. It was the typical care pack that the near by women’s shelter would sometimes pass out to the girls working the streets late at night. The eggs still calling her to eat.
