<sup><strong>Angela w/Timothy in his room</strong></sup><br/><br/>Only the sound of her own heart pumping fast and hard in her chest, echoes in her head.   Yet it is his heartbeat that she feels throbbing against her.   Smothered with Timothy on top.   Angela is helpless to move, to retreat.   His merest touch setting off fireworks.   Oversensitive it is like when one is ticklish,  that initial jerk away because they cannot take any more.  That is the point she is too with no escape.<br/><br/>Drenched in wetness,  her own and his from sweat to her juices.    Finally she pulls off of his cock.  Air is needed, she had become so  engrossed in pleasing him.  In sucking his cock,  that breathing had been neglected.    Hungrily she gulps for air, seeking it to replenish.  His cock wavers in her face.    Then it occurs to her what she wanted more and right now in the moment.<br/><br/>So she gasps out her need, her want from underneath.<br/><br/><em>"I want you in me, please now."</em><br/><br/>She is his,  how he took her matter not.  On top, her on top,  doggy, she wanted to be one with him and the position did not matter to her, only that they became one.<br/><br/>