This ti, the lovemaking was even more intense than the previous occasions.
Sam and Angel both completely imrsed themselves in this desire and frenzy, unable to extricate themselves.
Throughout the entire lovemaking process, Sam never took off Angel’s white stockings.
Whether it was Sam’s sweat or Angel’s sweat, it covered the stockings.
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While Sam vigorously fucked Angel, his hands continuously caressed her legs, creating a unique, silky sensation due to the dampness of the sweat.
Especially since Angel didn’t completely undress, it elevated Sam’s emotions to a new level.
How to put it?
Perhaps this is the unique allure brought about by a partially revealed appearance. Longing for this hazy beauty might be ingrained in every man’s instinct.
Watching Angel tightly bite her lip, completely imrsed in the orgasm, with her vagina contracting, Sam felt a trendous sense of accomplishnt.
This sense of achievent is sothing that can only be realized with a woman like Angel. Her unique identity, her usual deanor, and the way she appears unattainable in the eyes of others are all essential conditions that contribute to this feeling.
However... when Sam embraced Angel’s legs with his hands, preparing for a powerful thrust to bring Angel to another orgasm.
"Bang."
Suddenly.
Sam was pushed away.
Sam was stunned, looking at Angel, whose face still had a flush, but her labia continued to contract due to the orgasm.
What’s going on?
Did Sam do sothing to displease this girl? It couldn’t be possible.
Her performance during lovemaking was incredibly unique. She clearly enjoyed it but didn’t want to show it. Sam could see the effort she put into it.
Angel only said one sentence to Sam.
"Get dressed, my mom’s back."
"Huh?"
Sam never expected those words.
He hadn’t yet connected the sentence to their current situation when he heard a knock on the door.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Everything in the room ca to a halt, Sam even dared not breathe too loudly.
Was it even possible to get dressed now? Making the slightest noise felt like a lurking undercover agent about to be discovered.
But in the next mont, a very charming voice ca from outside the door.
"I heard you brought a friend ho, I’ll be waiting in the living room."
After these words, Sam heard the sound of high heels turning and walking away.
It was only then that they seed to breathe a sigh of relief.
Although they hadn’t seen the owner of the voice, and although the person hadn’t tried to open the door and co in, Sam clearly felt as if an invisible aura had passed through the door and directly enveloped him.
How to put it, that was a unique aura.
Different from Angel’s still sowhat green aura.
And not like Alice or Zoe’s, simply mature won’s experiences.
This was a kind of... pressure that only a long-established superior could exert with just a few words.
Sam looked at Angel.
"Is that your mom?"
But Angel just stared straight back at him.
"Yeah. So, do you want to continue?"
"Are you crazy?"
Sam was not that reckless. He imdiately got up and started putting on his clothes.
When he turned back, Angel had also put on her dress, but her face still held the afterglow of what had just transpired, which was apparent to anyone.
Sam looked at her.
"You really got so nerve. Why didn’t you tell your mom was coming back tonight?"
Angel seed not to be scared at all; instead, she curved her lips into a smile.
"Why would you think my mom wouldn’t co ho? Her vacation is over, of course, she would co back."
"Why didn’t you say so earlier?"
"You didn’t ask."
Seeing Angel’s matter-of-fact attitude, Sam felt an urge to spank her but decided against it... her mom was still outside, and now was clearly not the ti for such actions.
"So, what do we do now? Is there a back door, where can I sneak out?"
Sam was ready to bolt, having no intention of eting her mother under such awkward circumstances... Given that her mother hadn’t co in, Sam could guess that she probably had an idea of what was happening inside and wanted to save her daughter so face.
But what about Sam?
He wasn’t her son!
The kind of mother who could raise soone like Angel couldn’t be too kindly, right?
If Angel could carry a handgun, would her mother pull out a Gatling gun on him?
Sam didn’t even want to consider what eting Angel’s mother could lead to.
But Angel just smiled.
"Why would you leave? Didn’t you hear her? She’s waiting for us in the living room."
"You’re actually planning to have et your mom?"
Angel simply took out a hair tie, gathered her long hair into a neat ponytail, though the love bite on her neck was faintly visible.
"Why not et her? Don’t worry, my mother won’t eat you. Besides, don’t you think that if there was any real danger, I would be the only one capable of saving you?"
After a brief mont of consideration, Sam accepted the reality.
Angel was right.
If her mother truly bore ill intentions, leaving imdiately wasn’t the best choice.
Victory was only possible now, with Angel by his side to understand the intentions of the woman outside the door and possibly defuse the sudden crisis.
"You’re sothing else; I’m beginning to suspect this was all orchestrated by you."
Sam observed the young woman beside him, her aura of nobility intact yet augnted by an added layer of seductive charm, undoubtedly a result of orgasms... Sam doubted her mother would fail to notice.
It was really cornered.
Angel chuckled, "Didn’t I tell you to leave earlier? It was your choice to stay."
"Could I have left? Dressed as you are, no man could’ve walked away!"
Angel smiled and opened the door. "Then that’s your problem, isn’t it? n blinded by lust are just like that, foolish and laughable."
Sam sighed and shook his head. "Weren’t you also overwheld by desire just now? And now you’re throwing all the bla on ."
Angel led Sam through the hallway to the brightly lit living room.
Outside, he saw no bodyguards or servants, no apparent security asures. But what about in the unseen darkness of the night? Were bodyguards hidden there?
"Mom, we’re here."
Angel approached the living room door, slightly bowing her head as she spoke.
A voice quickly responded from inside, "Hmm, co in with him. Let have a look."
The answer was straightforward, the tone emotionless.
Sam held his breath, adjusted his expression, and calmly stepped beside Angel.
"Hello, I’m Angel’s classmate, Sam."
He greeted politely before turning to face the other person.
In the living room, a woman sat on the sofa, cradling a cup of coffee.
How should I put it...
This woman was the most indescribably charismatic and morably elegant person Sam had encountered since arriving in this world.
She wore a dress with alternating red and white patterns.
Her long hair was neatly coiled at the back of her head, secured with a hairpin.
She resembled Angel sowhat, but her aura was distinctly more refined, embodying the maturity of a woman who knows restraint.
She possessed a traditional classical beauty and a serene, understated elegance.
Her face, devoid of exaggerated makeup, bore no wrinkles, a testant to her impeccable care; even Sam, with his keen vision, could not detect a single sign of aging.
Her skin was as delicate as her daughter’s.
Most importantly, however, was the way this woman looked at Sam.
It was as if she could see through everything, yet you couldn’t tell if her gaze was hostile, friendly, or neutral.
If there were a final villain in a video ga Sam had once played, he thought it would be this woman, for she was inscrutable.
Her deanor was impeccably composed.
Striving for calm, Sam lowered his gaze, refraining from any unnecessary actions or explanations.
Upon hearing Sam’s words, the woman in the room sipped her coffee lightly.
"Mm, I see. I’m Angel’s mother, Celeste. Please, have a seat; it’s not our custom to keep guests standing."
At this point, Sam had no choice but to comply.
Angel had already stepped inside.
Sam followed suit and then sat down opposite her, maintaining a very proper posture, naturally forgoing his usual habit of crossing his legs.
Celeste’s gaze didn’t linger on Sam. She poured a cup of coffee and pushed it towards him with a grace that was flawless, devoid of any imperfection.
Sam accepted the cup with both hands.
"Thank you."
The woman’s shallow smile revealed charming dimples, a cute contrast to her mature image, adding a unique charm rather than detracting from it.
"This is the first ti Angel has brought a boy ho. Sam, what are your thoughts?"
Thrown into the deep end right away?
After a mont of thought, Sam smiled and said, "I feel incredibly honored, of course."
Celeste nodded slightly.
"Indeed, any boy noticed by Angel should feel honored, after all, she’s my daughter."
True to Angel’s mother, their narcissism was remarkably similar!
"I feel the sa way..."
"So, when did you start getting close to Angel? Was it upon entering school, or after you knew of her identity..."
Celeste’s gaze shifted, her tone unchanged, but Sam detected an interrogative undertone.
Angel had remained silent, not intending to alleviate the pressure on Sam. She simply sat quietly, observing and listening.
Sam understood the question’s implication: Celeste suspected his approach towards Angel was preditated, a covetous strategy aid at the Angel family.
Thus, Sam smiled, maintaining his dignity, and said, "Well, I think there’s been a slight misunderstanding."
"Oh?"
"It was Angel who approached , not the other way around."
This statent surprised Celeste slightly, her gaze shifting to her daughter.
"Angel, is that so?"
Only then did Angel lift her head, her tone nonchalant. "As much as I hate to admit it, that seems to be the case."
Celeste’s beautiful brows furrowed slightly.
"Why?"
Indeed, why?
Sam was curious about the reason too.
Angel looked at her mother as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Because he’s interesting."
"Just because he’s interesting, you brought him ho, and even now, late at night, you’re alone in your room with him?"
Angel nodded.
"He’s exceptionally interesting, so I wanted him to be mine alone, belonging only to ."
Watching the complex expression form on Celeste’s face, Sam felt a desire to laugh.
It seed Angel’s actions... were sowhat incomprehensible even to her mother?
However, Sam couldn’t afford to appear schadenfreude at this mont. He maintained his calm, pretending he heard nothing.
After a mont of silence, Celeste finally looked up.
"I think I understand the situation now. Alright, Angel, you go back to your room. I need to have a word with Sam alone."
Angel showed no intention of refusing and stood up imdiately.
Sam was caught off guard, wanting to protest but not managing to. A saving grace, Angel pausing at the doorway to the living room, turning her head back as if rembering sothing.
"Mother, don’t kill him."
That was rather direct! Sam almost broke into a sweat, feeling more like a reminder than anything else.
Could it be so sort of code?
Celeste looked towards her daughter at the doorway.
"Is that a request?"
Angel frowned slightly.
"Yeah, you could say that. Just this one request, he’s very important to right now."
After those words, Angel left the living room, her footsteps fading away as if she was truly content to go back to her room to sleep.
Sam was on the verge of tears. And soon, he saw Celeste, the woman with a unique aura, looking at him with a smile.
"I’d like to know, how did you deceive my daughter to this extent? This question is very important, please answer it carefully."
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