Angel was out on the balcony, smoking and watching the street below, killing time while she waited for Cedlow to show up. When he finally arrived, there was no small talk, no buildup—they both knew why he was there. She stepped close, hands familiar, pulling him in without saying much.
Things moved fast after that. Her lips found his cock, one moment turning into the next, until it all slipped into hard fucking behind closed doors. It wasn’t planned or pretty—it was just one of those nights that happened exactly the way it was supposed to.
