When our breathing slows, I pull out and go to my knees. This puts my face even with Angel's dripping wet pussy. Fuck-the smell sends an electrical charge straight to my cock, making it come to life again. I could easily take her this very minute. Monroe has other ideas. The winch vibrates slightly as it lowers. When Angel is on her knees, the low steady hum stops and her scent fades.

Monroe begins unknotting the ropes holding me and massages my arms after I'm untied. He's ...