<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Timothy with Angela within the Doc's Room</strong></span><br/><br/>Tremor ran through Timothy's body as he felt Angela's hold on his shaft, the throbbing shaft already eager to find a nice warm moist spot, her lips around him had Timothy gasp and brush his cheek against Angela's stomach and inner thigh. His breath shook a bit, the hard shaft held by Angela's mouth giving him a thrill that had him suckling on the side of her netherlips, trailing a tongue's tip down the valley to the inner lips and between. Feeling the heat of her mouth, and the tongue's caress as well as the sucking hold on him, he groaned out with pleasure, being vocal about his pleasure. "Oh Wonders you are good with your mouth.. ahhmm.. "<br/><br/>He wanted to say more, but he felt actions spoke louder than words, and pushing his hips down to press his shaft at her lips, he tried to hold his hips still as much as he could. He focused instead to suckling over Angela's mound, tugging the netherlips lightly with soft lips grasp, never holding enough that it would be uncomfortable but enough to part the flower's petals a bit more. Sliding a pair of fingers within the south-american woman and slowly parting them Timothy pushed his tongue's tip between the fingers, trailing a path up from the gates of Angela's folds to the garden of her clit, caressing the skin around the place the delightful nub was hiding at, seeking to never quite touch the spot directly but caress along around it, pressing a bit of rougher kisses to the inner thighs and tugging a bit rough at the netherlips a couple of times with just his moistened lips, watchful of her reactions. His hand on her mound moving from the wrist, sliding those two fingers deep within her to part them wide and tug them back outwards, massaging the folds pass with each motion, thumb's tip brushing the rim of that gate.