I felt really embarrassed. Though we successfully cleaned up the couch (and coffee table) and her parents never found out she ‘could not believe I d...d that.’ Moreover, she told a lot of her friends about it and really made fun of me. Certainly some guys found out and for the most part they thought it was funny and cool. But a lot of the gals she told (or who heard through the g****vine) saw me as untouchable – lest I cum all over their parents furniture or clothing. The next times I got hand. He moves the hand that is tugging on my boobs to my shoulder. Somehow he forces himself deeper. Every time he is fully in me, he pulls my hair hard. I am whining his name and he tells me to beg him to fuck me. I am begging and I'm about to come. He is going fast and my legs are buckling. The pleasure out weighs the pain. He stops pulling my hair and he rests his hand on my arse for a second. He tells me I'm going to come now and so is he. He withdrew his hand and came back down with an almighty. Eyes rolling skyward, Paris shot Tom a cutting smile. “You can’t tell me lines like that actually work?” A grin flittered at the corners of his lips as he slouched back into his chair. “Sometimes,” he grinned cockily. ”So, tell me, why the wet panties then?” Paris shot him a filthy look before a small smile tugged at her lips. “It was the way your mum kept mumbling, brazen hussy, under her breath. Who says that?” giggled Paris. “I swear I thought she was going to throw Vanessa out butt naked. Paul was standing in the doorway behind her, watching as she organised the drinks. He saw as her body relaxed against the worktop, saw the pale skin of her neck, and silently walked across the room. She jumped as his hands touched her waist before she leaned back against him. His lips moved down to brush her ear before kissing her neck. His lips felt soft against her skin as he moved down her slender neck. She turned to face him, her lips searching for his. She kissed him with an urgency that.