An angelic poolside date

Angel slipped out of her robe the second the pool door clicked shut behind them. Mike already had his trunks halfway down his thighs when she turned around, and the sight of her bare breasts in the low pool lights made him step out of the fabric without taking his eyes off her. She stepped in close, kissed him hard, then dropped to her knees on the slick tile and took him in her mouth like she’d been waiting all day. He leaned back against the wall, breath catching, while her blond hair spilled across his stomach and her hand worked the base of him in a steady rhythm. She stood again, turned, and pressed her palms flat to the edge of the lounge chair. Mike slid in behind her, spit on his fingers, and worked one, then two into her tight ass until she pushed back for more. When he replaced his fingers with his cock, she bit her lip to keep quiet, but the room still caught the soft, wet sound of every thrust. He reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles, and she came first, body clenching around him. Mike followed seconds later, pulling out to stripe her lower back and the top of her ass with thick ropes of cum. Angel looked over her shoulder, lips curved in a small, satisfied smile, and he bent to kiss the back of her neck before they reached for their clothes again.