Angel moaned softly as his finger found her wet pussy. She liked a man who knew what to do, not one who had to be shown what to do to please her. Her body rose and fell, her hips grinding down each time. He was a master at  his craft, that was for certain. His tongue was also sending shivers down her spine as he tried in desperation to free her breasts from their corseted prison. She liked his attempts, but this was all about her pleasing him right now.<br/><br/>She groaned as she slipped  from his lap, his slick fingers slipping from her body. She slid to her knees, her hand still stroking his cock under his pants. With the other hand, she pulled those pants down to his ankles to give him a bit more 'freedom'. She then looked at him, a smirk on her face as she shimmied his boxers down as well. "mmm, that's better, I like to see what I'm playing with, and I must say I am impressed."<br/><br/>Angel crawled up him like a cat, her mouth quickly replacing her hand. Her ruby lips slipped slowly over him, tasting each wonderful inch. It was now time for the second course, and Angel knew he would easily cum for her now, they all did.