Chapter 4
Angela’s pov
Dylan f****d me in short, deep strokes so the seats would not thump, forehead against mine, telling me under his breath that this was what I asked for when I said his name in that fake dream.
“This is what you wanted when you said Dylan yes,” he whispered, pushing in to the base and grinding his hips so his c**k stayed buried.
“You said my name like you wanted my c**k in your cunt. Now you have it stretching you open. Take it. Don’t make a sound or they’ll hear you getting fucked.”
Kylan watched it go in, watched Dylan’s c**k stretch my p***y, the way my cunt gripped the shaft every time he pulled back a little.
Then he fed me his c**k so I had something to occupy my mouth.
He pushed the head past my lips and I sucked it, tasting the salt already leaking
