Arizona, hot, dry, not enough water to keep grass alive. We’re lucky to have good coverage of shelters on the lot. There’s a detached garage, a pavilion space that looks like the kind you rent from the state park, a small fishing pond with covered docks, and beyond there is a giant can well that stores any rain water it can collect. Really, a decent place, all things considered.
Maybe when you live there, you forget some of these niceties. I have only been here for a few years now. I moved here with Angel. I would never have believed they existed, but she really is one. She smells heavenly, even when she’s dirty or sweaty. Every inch of her smells like fresh laundry or an old table made from mature wood, draped in fresh fruits. Not only that but, I sleep better when she’s next to me. I find myself motivated to do more for my surroundings, just because she’s there.
Angel’s body is unexpectedly curvy for her type. She’s got skinny arms, tensile legs. Slightly thick around the waste, which she needs to hold up those knockers. Forgive me, but you would turn into a walking slut the moment you set eyes on them. They’ve changed in my hands, from my hands since I’ve had my way with them. I like to think I was the magic touch. They were pale, but now they’re pale with blue veins. Her nipples look like fields of wheat you want to run through all day long. She wears these fancy bra’s that are soft to touch, and smell so good, you just melt at the sight of them. They look as plain as day, but they’re durable and tested as I tug and twist them when I stub up behind her.
I’ve always been good to Angel, and given her anything she wants. I’ve never been a jealous man, as we’ve never had an issue to go there. We both get hit on quite often. I’m only 5’5” in height, while Angel is 5’9”. Wherever we go alone, we either collect numbers or harmless aggressions. Angel knows how to take care of herself, as do I. We know what we have in each other, and we’ve already got good looks to admire. My penis is average, and it’s perfect for Angel’s vagina. When I have her grounded on the bed, that pussy is mine as she let’s me know my dick is hers.
The first time we were together, I broke her I think. I made gentle, sweet love to her. Not in a rush. Slight movements in, and out. I asked her to squeeze as I pushed in and let loose as I moved outward. She squirmed when she came hard. Her body jolted even. The warmth from that moment made me empty everything I had inside of her. The moment was one of those you keep with you for a lifetime.
