Angela came over one afternoon. Delicious pale skin. She was short and somewhat thin, yet blessed with perfect globular breasts. Her flanks were well enough endowed too. There had always been some amount of sexual tension between us. She was excited to see me. I was more or less enjoying the attention. The company of a woman kept my mind from wandering to dangerous subjects. First to fight and last to fuck—we didn’t keep the bed lonely long. Tongue in cheek, my tongue, her cheek, or hers mine. Her brassier came off following a shirt too small to contain her bust. Her tits…her fucking tits. My eyes salivated in their feasting. My jowls dropped and engulfed the pink fortresses atop her fleshy mounds.

We slid her pants off together. Her bright red panties staring me in the eye. I was so fixated on her beautiful navel, I hadn’t noticed her success in disrobing me until suddenly my member was balls deep in her wet cunt mouth. She worked me for awhile…I was close…and she came up and offered three words to the heavens in giddy fashion with a smile on her face.

     “I don’t finish!”
     “What?”
     “I don’t finish! Do you know what that stuff tastes like?”

She suffered a look of disgust before I rolled her over, my pulsing cock grinding her clit through silken lace. She moaned. I started to slip her sopping cunt cover off. As I was peeling if off her pale ass she stopped me dead.

     “I can’t have sex!”
     “Why not?”
     “Someone told me to wait till marriage or it won’t be so good.”

Dumbfounded. It took me a minute to realize my cock had gone limp and that was the last I saw of her.