She is in my arms. The Angel is quivering. The vibrations from within are conveying impulses. I am still so turned on. I want to move her. I want to thrust into her. But right now, she is here, in my embrace, still coming.
She tells me she knows it isn’t logical, but she loves me.
I tell her the same.
She says I don’t need to just say that.
I tell her I feel it, I have felt it for so long, I don’t understand it, but I don’t care.
Softly, she kisses me and says again, she loves me.
She asks me if I am going to take her now.
I tell her that I want to make love to her.
She tells me she wants me to fuck her.
Who am I to argue with an Angel?
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