Angela White gets emotional and cries after creampie

As the scene begins, the camera pans over the glistening, sweat-slicked bodies of Angela White and Manuel Ferrara. Their flesh is pressed together, the lewd wet sounds of their lovemaking still echoing in the air. Angela’s huge, natural breasts quiver and jiggle as she takes a deep breath, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.

Manuel slowly pulls out of her, a thick rope of pearly white cum stretching between his cock and Angela’s puffy, well-fucked pussy. She lets out a soft, satisfied moan, her eyelids fluttering as the last waves of pleasure course through her voluptuous body.

But then something unexpected happens. As Manuel’s cock slips out completely, Angela’s face crumples. Her eyes fill with tears, and a choked sob escapes her throat. The raw, uncensored emotion on her face is a shocking contrast to the lascivious acts that came before.

Manuel looks at her in concern, his brow furrowing. “Hey, hey…what’s wrong, baby?” he asks, reaching out to stroke her tear-stained cheek.

Angela shakes her head, more tears spilling down her face. “I…I don’t know,” she sniffles, her voice trembling. “It was just so…so intense. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

Manuel pulls her into his arms, holding her as she cries. Her huge tits press against his chest, still heaving with emotion. “Shhh, it’s okay,” he murmurs, kissing the top of her head. “You were amazing. The best I’ve ever had.”

Angela pulls back slightly, looking up at him through tear-clumped lashes. “Why does it feel so good?” she asks, her voice a mix of wonder and confusion. “Why does it hurt so much?”

Manuel smiles softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “Because you’re not just fucking,” he says quietly. “You’re making love.”

The camera zooms in on Angela’s face, capturing the raw, unguarded emotion there. Tears still track down her cheeks, but there’s a sweet, aching vulnerability in her expression that’s almost heart-breaking to see.

“I love you,” she whispers, the declaration slipping out before she can stop it. “I love you, Manuel. I love…this. I love feeling your cock inside me, stretching me, filling me up. I love how good you make me feel, how you make me cum over and over again…”

She kisses him then, passionately, pouring all her confusing, swirling emotions into the press of her lips against his. Manuel responds eagerly, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting the salt of her tears.

When they finally break apart, Angela is gasping, her huge tits heaving with the force of her breathing. She looks up at Manuel, her eyes shining with moisture and desire. “Make love to me again,” she pleads, “please. I need you inside me. I need to feel you cum inside me again.”

Manuel groans, his cock already hardening at her words. He rolls her onto her back, settling between her legs. Angela wraps her arms and legs around him, pulling him close. She cries out as he enters her, the sound muffled against his shoulder.

They move together languidly, savoring the feel of their bodies joined as one. Angela arches beneath him, her huge tits bouncing with each thrust. Tears stream down her face, but there’s no uncertainty in them this time. Only pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Manuel buries his face in her neck, his hips moving faster, harder. Angela meets each thrust with an upward tilt of her hips, wanting him deeper, needing him to fill her completely.

When he finally cums, it’s with a guttural shout of her name. Angela’s eyes widen as she feels a second heat flood her insides, marking her as his. She clings to him as her own orgasm crashes over her, leaving her limp and boneless in his arms.

Afterwards, they lie together, their bodies sweat-slicked and intertwined. Angela rests her head on Manuel’s chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. She feels at peace, content in a way she never has before.

She knows this is only the beginning. That there will be more lovemaking, more incredible sex. But for now, she’s happy to simply bask in the afterglow, feeling cherished and desired and loved.

Manuel’s hand finds hers, their fingers interlacing. He brings her hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. Angela smiles, a soft, drowsy smile. She knows this is the first day of the rest of her life. And she can’t wait to see where it leads.