"Right here baby"

You throw the nasty miss on the plush carpet between some clothes racks. Up goes the tight little mini. All that's left between you and some sparsely thatched red muffy is a fragile pair of lace string bikini panties. You lustily shred the dainties and toss them away.

As you eat ravenously at the coral-colored cunt, you rotate 180 degrees and ease your skirted ass over Angela's sweet face. You feel her pull your panties aside, but she exclaims suddenly, "Omigod, it's my boss!"