AN - Stress relief

Mad as she is, Ana knows she’ll feel better if she blows off some steam. It’s not just her temper… it feels like punching all those pirates had an energizing effect on her. You’ve never seen her angry and glowing at the same time.

Still wearing that scowl, she pushes the straps of her dress off and lets it fall, then pushes down her panties without ceremony and crawls onto the bed.

“Don’t you love the room?” you ask, welcoming her.

“Be quiet,” she says, crawling over you and reaching down to fondle your cock. You lie back with your hands behind your head, enjoying it as you quickly get hard.

“It was nice to see her, right?” you ask. “Are they doing OK?”

“They are fine,” Ana grumbles, swinging her leg over you to straddle you.

“Come on,” you say. “They looked super cute together.” Fareeha had on this adorable romper and Angela had been wearing a white dress.

“Yes,” Ana admits through gritted teeth. As she jerks your cock, she reaches down to touch herself, but it looks like the sight of you looking all cute waiting for her was enough. She’s wet.

You bite your lip and make a pouting face at her.

“Don’t make me wait, Mommy,” you say.

She growls at you, and you laugh, smiling up at her adoringly.

“Ugh,” she says, disgusted. “I can’t look at you.” She turns around. You’re surprised, but not complaining. You stare, heart racing as she sinks onto your cock.

“Oh yeah,” you say as she envelops you, placing your hands on her hips as she starts to rock. It’s too risky to do it now, but you’re going to have to give that perfect, brown ass a slap once you get going in a few minutes…