Especially not this.“Well, I’ll just leave Charlotte to take care of you.” My mom sighed and then turned back to the dining room. “Melissa, co...ld you help me bring out the champagne.”My mom retreated back to the dining room and Melissa followed behind. When the two disappeared into the corner, Charlotte twisted my ankle and my thigh twitched painfully. I winced and frowned at her. Instead of apologizing, the cheeky woman was smiling triumphantly.“That’s for making me sore down there.” She said. " No more John...please, not now!" She said while clutching her cloths to her body. I did not listen and one of my hands found its way down to her pussy where I easily inserted a couple of fingers and begin to finger-fuck her!I tried to force her back over to the bed and she resists as much as she could, my lustful energy was too strong for her and I soon had her lying back down on the rumpled bed. She feels so weak still and I easily positioned myself over her and forced legs apart again. ". One hand easily holds your wrists, while the other grasps your hip. I focus on holding you pinned between my hips and the cold metal trunk. The only sounds evident are those of our breathing and your wetness as I slam in and out of you.Harder and harder I fuck you, growling my pleasure as my frustrations are released on your body. Your body's wetness betrays your own arousal at my treatment of you. Your soft, smoothly shaved pussy fits my dick like a glove. I feel you tremble and quiver against. Megan was practically hypnotized, but she was really enjoying herself. I helped her out of the leather jacket and began to nuzzle her tits through the tank top. She let out a whimper as I bit down on her hard nipples. I slipped my hand down to the small ribbon of bare flesh between her shirt and her belt. With little circular motions of my hand, I began to stroke it. Megan let out a soft sigh as she watched Cyndi writhing nude on the screen. I slid my hand up Megan's shirt and molded my fingers.