[Vixen] The Angel Anthology – Angela White

Cassandra Black had just finished the tense interview about her new exhibition, Past Lives. The racy photos were a sharp departure from her usual work, a deliberate peek into the secret side of herself she normally kept locked away. The moment the reporter left, the door opened again and a familiar voice said her old name. “Angela… it’s been a while.” She froze, then smiled. He was the one person who still knew that version of her. Within minutes they were alone in the back room of the gallery, clothes already half-off. She dropped to her knees, hungry for the taste she had missed for years. His cock was already hard when she took it into her mouth. She sucked him slowly at first, savoring the precum, then deeper, letting spit run down the shaft while she edged him with long, deliberate strokes of her tongue. “I missed this mouth,” he groaned. She pulled off just long enough to wrap her big soft tits around his cock and stroke him between them, licking the head on every upward pass. When he was throbbing and close she stopped again, teasing him, telling him he could wait a little longer after all these years. She finally climbed onto his lap and sank down onto his thick cock in one smooth motion. The stretch made her moan loudly. She rode him hard, tits bouncing in his face, grinding deep so he hit every sensitive spot inside her. He flipped her onto her back on the table, held her legs open, and fucked her with long, powerful strokes while she begged him not to stop. Every time she got close he slowed down, edging her the same way she had edged him, until she was shaking and dripping. When he finally let her come, her pussy clenched hard around him. He kept fucking her through it, then pulled out and fed his cock back into her mouth so she could taste herself on him. She sucked him clean, then guided him back inside and locked her legs around his waist. “Fill me,” she whispered. He drove in deep and unloaded every thick pulse of cum straight into her, staying buried until the last drop. Afterward she stayed wrapped around him, breathing hard, smiling against his neck. The exhibition outside was about past lives. In this room, one of those lives had just come roaring back to the present.