“Angel, look at me,” he spoke softly, still concerned with her gasping for air. A thin line of crimson slowly appeared under the metal blade. Amateur porn So, despite his need to continue to pummel the man who hurt his prized girl, he stood there in the balcony, watching the girls work below, with Angel, there in front of him, wrapped in his arms. Even her thighs were bruised. Was it worth it? He then, ever so gently, put the towel between her legs, and softly pressed it to the red inflammation there. He then pulled her forward, having her rest her head on his shoulder as he wiped the dirt from her back. Obeying out of pure habit, Angel’s gaze shifted to his face. Was it worth it? Back to Frank. He then set to work gently washing the dirt off of Angel’s body, starting with her face, then down her arms. The thought of doing some of the stuff she’s asked to do, it was enough to make her stomach churn. Angel gasped again; her gasp was almost a whimper, making both men turn to look at her.
