Ever her master lover, Alex broke in to a counter rhythm, which touched exactly the place she needed.
Hunter was first. Unable to hold back, he pumped her mouth full of cum as her orgasm built and finally crested. The three of them held her body as she quaked and stormed. Her strong waves were too much for the men she imprisoned in her hips. Hunter thrust into her ass, emptying his balls in her depths.
Alex’s hot flow filled her tight channel a few strokes later.
She collapsed onto her husband’s body, limp and spent. Her long hair covered his face.
In the fog of the afterglow, she chose never to remove the mask. In the light of the sunrise they placed her gently in the car and watched Alex drove her home to the warm sheets of her bed.
Maybe someday soon they would capture their angel again.