Charlotte Shenanigans Pt. 2

The air was thick with the sounds of pleasure as Charlotte gave herself over completely to the moment, her body moving in sync with every powerful thrust from the frat guy above her. She wasn’t holding back at all. Her moans filled the room, sultry and uninhibited, echoing off the walls in a way that made it impossible to ignore how deeply she was enjoying herself.

You felt a strange mix of fascination and heat creeping up your neck. It was like stepping into a live porno, one where the raw intensity was right in front of you, each sound and movement more palpable than anything you’d seen on a screen. Charlotte was practically devouring this experience, her hands gripping the frat guy’s shoulders, her nails leaving light trails down his skin as he pushed into her, hard and fast.

Her back arched, and her head tipped back, a low, breathy moan escaping her lips. She met each thrust with enthusiasm, her hips rising to meet him, and every movement seemed designed to drive him further. Her skin was flushed, her hair a mess as it cascaded around her shoulders, and her eyes half-closed with bliss. “Oh, yes,” she gasped, her voice shaking as she rocked in rhythm with him, her breathing growing more and more ragged.

You swallowed hard, trying to keep a neutral expression, but it was impossible to deny how intense it was to watch. You could feel the flush on your cheeks, and beneath that, something deeper. Charlotte’s moans only grew louder, her voice dripping with pleasure as she let him fill her, her body arching up to meet his with an eager desperation.

Beside you, Michelle made a low noise of approval, murmuring something under her breath that you barely caught. You managed a tight nod, trying not to let on how captivated you were by the scene unfolding in front of you. Charlotte’s breathless words filled the room, coaxing him on with every little moan and whimper. “Harder… don’t stop,” she panted, her fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him down, her body pressed tightly against his.

Your eyes were locked on her, taking in every detail. The way she was completely open, uninhibited, her movements so natural and unrestrained, each thrust seeming to send shivers through her. You felt a pang of something – envy? Excitement? – as you watched, unable to tear your gaze away.

Charlotte’s voice filled the room, louder and more breathless, her moans turning into **** gasps as he pushed her to her limits. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer, her body writhing beneath him, each movement pure abandon. You shifted slightly, feeling a little lightheaded as the scene unfolded, and your pulse quickened despite your attempts to stay composed.

Michelle cast a sidelong glance at you, arching an eyebrow as if to say, Told you so. You shot her a quick look, managing a small, tight smile, hoping it came across as confident. But you knew she could probably sense the heat on your face. The entire scene had taken over every ounce of your focus, drawing you into it with an almost magnetic pull.

Charlotte let out a long, shuddering moan, her fingers curling around his shoulders as she dug her nails in, her body practically vibrating beneath him. Her voice was soft but insistent, her words barely above a whisper as she urged him on. “Yes… just like that… don’t stop…” The guy responded with a grin, and his pace quickened, each movement more forceful, their bodies in perfect sync.

You clenched your hands into fists, doing your best to keep your breathing steady, to keep your gaze neutral even as you felt the heat radiating from them like a living pulse. It was overwhelming, intoxicating in a way that you couldn’t quite explain. You’d never watched something so explicit right in front of you, and the intensity of it was hard to ignore.

Charlotte was practically singing with pleasure now, her moans rising in pitch as she clung to him, her body moving in perfect rhythm with his. She was lost in it, fully immersed, her face flushed, her expression pure ecstasy. Each gasp, each moan, each movement only seemed to intensify the heat that filled the room, and you found yourself holding your breath, unable to look away even if you’d wanted to.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you watched, each beat of it in time with their rhythm, an almost hypnotic pull that kept you rooted to the spot.

As Charlotte’s partner shifted her from missionary to doggy style, there was a palpable shift in the room’s energy, like the air had thickened with a raw, animalistic edge. The frat guy’s hands gripped Charlotte’s hips firmly, guiding her back toward him with a steady, powerful rhythm, and she eagerly responded, arching her back and letting out a low, sultry moan as she settled into the new position.

Her hair tumbled over her shoulders as she glanced back at him, eyes half-lidded, a smile playing on her lips that was equal parts inviting and daring. “Come on, don’t hold back,” she taunted, her voice thick with desire. Her words seemed to light a fire under him, and his grip tightened, pulling her back to meet his thrusts with increasing intensity.

The sounds she made as he filled her were unabashedly loud, her voice echoing through the room, and each gasping moan seemed to carry an electric charge. Her fingers dug into the sheets, her entire body rocking in time with him as she pushed back, moving in perfect sync, each motion fluid and full of intent.

You couldn’t deny the magnetic allure of it all, feeling an undeniable heat creep up your neck and face as you watched them. It was like witnessing something primal, a live display of attraction so intense it was almost overwhelming. Every movement they shared seemed to pull you in deeper, and despite yourself, you couldn’t look away.

Beside you, Michelle seemed equally captivated, though her face held a calm, almost appraising look, like she was evaluating every moan and every angle. She leaned slightly toward you, her voice low and sardonic. “You ever seen someone so… enthusiastic?” She chuckled, a smirk on her face.

“Uh… no,” you replied, doing your best to keep the tremor out of your voice and adopt a casual tone. You watched as Charlotte pushed back against the frat guy, a satisfied hum escaping her lips, and added, “I mean, she’s really… committed.”

“Not a lot of girls have the guts to go this all-out,” Michelle observed. “It’s almost… refreshing.” There was a touch of admiration in her voice that you hadn’t expected, and you realized she was watching Charlotte with a critical eye, as though taking mental notes.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and for a split second, you felt the urge to check it. But with Michelle’s presence and the intensity of the scene before you, you didn’t dare shift your focus. Whatever it was could wait.

Charlotte’s moans grew even louder, her breathing heavy and erratic as she adjusted her position slightly, leaning on her forearms and arching her back in a way that gave him an even better angle. “God, yes… right there,” she breathed, her words punctuated by gasps of pleasure. Each thrust seemed to draw a new, more **** sound from her, and her voice was dripping with ecstasy.

The frat guy didn’t hold back, his movements hard and steady, a determined look on his face as he drove into her, his hands gripping her waist as though he couldn’t get enough. Her skin was flushed, and she tossed her head back, her hair flying in wild waves, only adding to the intensity of the scene.

Michelle chuckled again, leaning in with a playful smirk. “Wonder if she’ll even remember his name tomorrow,” she muttered.

You tried to suppress a laugh, your gaze still glued to the scene in front of you. “Yeah, somehow I doubt it,” you murmured back, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie with Michelle despite the bizarre situation.

Charlotte’s voice reached a fever pitch, her moans dissolving into breathless gasps as she edged closer to her peak. Her hands gripped the sheets, her body taut as she gave herself over completely, her expression one of unfiltered pleasure.

Finally, the frat guy’s rhythm began to falter, his breaths coming faster, his face a mix of concentration and barely-contained excitement. With a final groan, he pulled back, his hand guiding Charlotte’s face to look up at him as he finished.

As the frat guy reached his peak, he grabbed onto Charlotte’s shoulders, pulling her up to face him. With a final groan, he released, the first warm spurt landing across her cheekbone, leaving a streak toward her temple. Another drop followed, splattering just below her eye and trickling down her cheek. He leaned back slightly, sending the last droplets across her chin and mouth, some catching on her parted lips. Charlotte tilted her head up, allowing him to finish, her skin now dotted with glistening beads. She wore the mess with a sort of pride, her eyes half-lidded and sultry.

Once he was done, Michelle didn’t waste any time. With a dismissive wave, she sent the frat guy scurrying out of the room, his clothes hastily pulled back on as he made his way out without a backward glance. It was clear from his reaction that Michelle’s authority wasn’t just a rumor.

As the door clicked shut, Michelle’s focus shifted fully to Charlotte. She moved in close, her eyes flicking over Charlotte’s face with a mix of approval and something deeper, more seductive.

“Not bad at all, Charlotte,” Michelle purred, her voice low and rich. “You’ve definitely got… potential.” She let a finger trace a path along Charlotte’s cheek, hovering just over the droplets before finally touching down to admire the mess. The slickness glistened under the light, and Michelle seemed to revel in every inch of it.

Then, with a sly smile, Michelle glanced in your direction. “Care for a taste?”

You felt your face heat up as you fumbled for a response. “Uh… I think I’m good, thanks,” you stammered, trying to keep your tone light. The suggestion had left you flustered, but you were determined to keep it together. Michelle’s gaze lingered on you for a moment, her eyes flickering with that ever-present hint of amusement, before she returned her attention fully to Charlotte.

“Suit yourself,” she murmured, letting the words hang in the air before leaning in close to Charlotte. Their faces mere inches apart, Michelle’s fingers trailed across Charlotte’s cheek, tracing a line through the droplets, examining every bead with fascination.

With a seductive grin, Michelle cupped Charlotte’s face, tilting it just slightly as her lips brushed against the messy trail on Charlotte’s cheek. She kissed her softly at first, tasting the glistening streak, then traced her tongue over the droplets left by the frat guy’s climax, savoring it before pressing her lips fully to Charlotte’s. Their mouths connected in a kiss that was charged and hungry, pulling each other closer as it deepened.

Charlotte’s arms wound around Michelle’s waist, fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt as she leaned in, matching the intensity. Michelle took her time, pulling back every so often to run her tongue over the sticky drops on Charlotte’s skin, catching each bead before diving back into the kiss. Charlotte, breathless and flushed, clung to Michelle, her mouth open to meet her, their kiss deepening with each second.

It was unapologetic, their lips parting and pressing, tongues teasing and tangling, the remnants of the frat guy’s release mingling between them. Michelle broke away periodically, taking her time to lick along Charlotte’s jawline and down to her chin, catching every last drop, before capturing Charlotte’s lips once more in a kiss that seemed to consume them both.