Squirt with Angela Stone

Angela Stone walked into the doc's office for a clean bill of health and caught some guy sizing her up. After one too many stares she hit him head-on: “The hell you want?” He didn’t flinch—said he was picturing laying her out and pounding her right on that couch. Her eyebrow went up, but her pussy took the cue; she’d been craving cock all week. “Stop thinking about it and do it already,” she shot back. He grinned, shoved her down on the black cushions and drove into her so hard she stopped counting heartbeats and started moaning health test results off her head. Turns out Angela felt terrific—pulse racing, thighs shaking, every nerve lighting up—nothing wrong with a girl who gets what she wants when a stranger’s balls-deep on upholstery.