Wearing only a flimsy bra and oversized granny panties, Angel thought she heard a noise from downstairs. Going first to the stairs and seeing nothing, Angel rationalized that she was as covered as she would be in her bathing suit, and walked down the stairs, calling Dennis’s name.
She padded barefoot through the rooms, stopping only to lock the front door. She reminded herself that not locking doors might be standard in Miller Valley, but that didn’t make it a good idea.
As she moved to lock the back door, the one that led to an enclosed rear porch, she heard the noise again. Someone was walking toward the kitchen, and the only place for Angel to hide was behind the door leading to the basement stairs.
Peeking through the gap created when the poorly fitted door was open, Angel saw a very large man with bright red hair. She noticed how good-looking the man was, in a rough sort of way, before realizing he was trying to pull off an orange prison jumpsuit. As she watched, he made it far enough to bare a heavily muscled chest and arms, each covered by red fur.
Ignoring how the orange jumpsuit clashed with the giant’s hair, it was apparent to Angel that he wasn’t wearing underwear. A thick shaft ran down his left leg, a shaft that could only be a massive cock.
Angel stared at the outline of the shaft and felt her already aroused pussy seem to let go of even more liquid arousal. With a hand in her panties, Angel stepped out from behind the door and, with her eyes glued to the swelling in the man’s left pantleg, slowly walked toward him.
“Didn’t you hear the fucking siren?” As dangerous as the man looked, his voice was surprisingly soft.
Angel had heard the alarm; it had become an annoying background noise as though it had always been there. Looking at him, she didn’t connect the siren to the half-naked man. Even when realization showed on her face, the woman’s eyes stayed focused on his left leg, and Hardy felt his cock grow.
It grew so quickly that he could see the woman’s eyes widen. He was mesmerized by the sight of her using one hand to slip the bra straps off, while the hand still inside her too-large panties moved so fast that they started to slide down her body.
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