Not an Angel

Angel’s a trouble magnet and she knows exactly what she’s fishing for. The second that big dick’s out she’s on her knees, lips stretched wide, making sloppy work of it until spit’s running down her chin. Red hair swinging, she looks up with a grin like she just won the bet. He flips her around, pushes her face down, and paints her freckled cheeks with a thick, messy load she takes with a satisfied little laugh.