Nope!

Matt was careful not to pull too hard on Amy's pigtails but man, there was something completely empowering about using pigtails like handlebars on the bike, controlling the woman and helping her reach depths of deep-throat she couldn't have done on her own.

Amy made gagging noises but she didn't tap out so he kept going.

Until she did tap.

"Sorry, Matt. I read an article about this but I just don't have it down yet."

"I'm not complaining."

"You'd better not. You can pull a little harder if you want. This time I'm going to go all the way. Don't let up unless I tap you."

"No problem."

She tilted her head back and dove down on his cock... just as Karen led her mother into the bathroom.

"Fuck," Matt said.

"What the hell?" Mrs. Hartman practically screamed.

Amy tapped. "Mom, I'm getting him ready for you. Do you really want him to cum before he even gets inside you? Because he's an eighteen year-old boy. He won't last if I don't take the pressure off."

"Maybe I should handle that."

Mrs. Hartman hadn't taken long to get over but Matt was willing to bet she'd changed her clothes first. She wore a tiny black dress that definitely didn't show any underwear lines. The top was so low-cut and so tight that the top half of her breasts popped out... including the top half of her areola. Her waist was small with her hips swelling out beneath it.

"You look beautiful," Matt said.

"Thanks."

"Go have a glass of wine with Karen and her mom," Amy said. "I'll be done here in no time."

"I... uh... don't mind taking your pressure off if you'd rather, Matt," Mrs. Hartman said.