Paula Sinks Into Angel

Angel and Paula already move beneath the sheets, bodies slick with want. Paula takes her time. Angel breathes easier when the pace drops, and she wants her lover's hand the way some girls need silk and candlelight. On her back she spreads wider. Paula works in slow, deliberate inches until her knuckles disappear, then her wrist. Angel's cunt grips and yields, stretched so full her stomach looks fuller. Paula curls her fingers inside that grip and Angel shakes. She takes it deeper than most women ever learn to, throat working soundless, the pressure riding every nerve until the world narrows to slick skin, heat, and the wet pulse where they join.