“She is fine, period cramps.” “Ohhhh.” The women said in unison, exchanging glances. “We just want a quick picture,” one of them said, her voice growing more insistent. “It'll only take a minute,” the other added. Angela shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying not to make another mistake, but it was unbearable. She could feel the women's eyes glaring suspiciously into her. She was near her limits; she had to do something. “Are we taking the pictures, Mr. Antonio?” Angela lost it and decided to take it out on them. “You heard him loud and clear, No! Get the hell out of here!” She snapped loudly. The women were shocked at her outburst; that look on her face was even scarier. Antonio put the car in gear and pulled away, leaving the women standing there speechless. As he drove away, Angela couldn’t help but moan loudly, holding back in order not to mess up her dress. “You really scared those bitches, and congratulations Freckles, you gain more haters.” “It’s Angela! And it's your fault anyway!” She shouted and grabbed her hair in painful pleasure. Her body was sweating profusely. She was going insane; her clitoris must have melted at this stage. “I choose what to call my toy.” He pressed the next button. Angela flinched and cried loudly. “Why… why are you doing this? I don’t consent to this.” “Don’t act as if this is not our agreement. I don’t force myself on people; we made a deal,” he replied dryly. “Yes but…” “There are no buts.” He pressed the next button. Angela's toes curled; she cried softly and started thrusting her hips convulsively. “No no... it’s coming… no… make it stop, please.” She threw her head back, and then the vibrating stopped. She was breathing heavily, her mouth open, cheeks wet with tears, her clit throbbing so hard and aching badly. She could hear the car speeding off but was too weak to open her eyes and see their destination. According to Antonio, she would have it on until they got back to the Monteros. A few minutes later, the vibration came back, giving her a jump start. She opened her eyes and found Antonio with his pants down to his thighs. “You know what to do with it,” he told her, his eyes still on the road. Angela swallowed hard and leaned over to his side. He brought a headphone from the paper and gave it to her. Angela's body was trembling from the vibrator. She took the headphones and fixed them on her head, then took him deep into her mouth. The music on the headphones was so loud she couldn't hear even a pin drop. It was a slow, sensual song, "Under the Influence" by Chris Brown.
🎵Get up, get up
Kiddominant on the beat,
better run it back
Fuckin' Robitussin
I don't know why this shit got me lazy right now, yeah
Can't do Percocets or Molly
I'm turnin' one, tryna live it up here right, right, right🎵
🎵Baby, you can ride it, ooh, yeah
Bring it over to my place
And you be like "Baby, who cares?"
But I know you care
Bring it over to my place
You don't know what you did, did to me
Your body language speaks to me
I don't know what you did, did to me
Your body language speaks to me🎵
🎵I can make it hurricane on it
Hunnid bands, make it rain on it
Tie it up, put a chain on it
Make you tattoo my name on it, oh
Make you cry like a baby, yeah
Let's GoPro and make a video, yeah
Make you cry like a baby, yeah
Let's GoPro and make a video
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..🎵
She followed the rhythm of the music, thrusting the huge shaft in and out. Antonio hissed, his hand right digging into her dark hair. Suddenly, Angela pulled her face out and threw herself convulsively onto her seat as her orgasm hit her hard. “No no no no!” She cried, feeling the juice gushing out. She thrust her hips continuously until her whole body melted down. Antonio stopped the car and reached out to grab her hair, then pulled her down to his groin. “You have an unfinished business, Freckles.” Antonio knew she could not hear him, but she certainly could feel the meat over her face. Angela opened her eyes slowly and found his shaft throbbing, hitting her face. She looked up at Antonio, her eyes wet with tears. She knew what was expected of her and went for it. A few minutes later, Antonio pulled into the mansion and stopped the car. Since Angela was wearing the headphones, she was unaware of her surroundings and had no idea the car wasn't moving anymore. He spotted his elder brother Damon at the entrance of Grandma Elizabeth's mansion, looking rather frustrated. When he saw Antonio pull up, Damon walked quickly towards the car. He stared into the dark glass, waiting for him to wind it down. Antonio reluctantly did. “Where have you been? Your bride left the mansion shattered because of an emergency and…” He paused abruptly when he saw a woman whose face was hidden in Antonio’s groin. Not the usual blonde; no doubt that the woman is Angela. He clenched his fists tightly. “What is that look on your face? Never seen a woman giving a blue job to a man before?” Antonio asked, staring directly into his eyes. Damon stiffened. “I don't care.” Antonio pulled Angela out as he reached his limit, his fluid spilling over her face. Damon watched in disgust and disbelief. Angela coughed and raised her face up only to meet the devastated face of Damon. She had never seen that look on his face before! Her heart was failing her.