The Thong Helps... In a Bad Way

Charlotte tries to resist but it?s hard. Her legs start to shake and she feels hot sweaty. To make matters worse the thong starts it?s taunting suggestions again. ~Just give in! It will be so good to let go. Come together with him and feel all the pleasure you?re body has. I?ll help. I?ll always help you if you let me.~

?Okay! Please!? Her reply may have been to the thong but it has the effect of making the **** stop. He looks at her and grins.

?I knew you?d beg for me.? One of his hand pins both of hers down at the wrist, above her head. The other hand he places on her cheek and kisses her, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. His hand travels down from her face past her shoulder to man handle her tits. He pulls his mouth away. ?Legs up. Show how you want it slut.?

?I?m not a? huh?? her legs move up to wrap around his hips. It suprises her because she hadn?t planned to ever do such a thing. Now here she is pumping her hips into his. What was worse was how good it felt. The new angle brought him deeper inside.

Charlotte starts grunting but she?s not alone. Her **** is grunting too. Neither of the pair is about to last much longer. The German bites hard on the tendon of her neck where it meets the shoulder and the next thing Charlotte knows her whole body is spasming, her legs working to bring her hips against his hard.

Not to be outdone the **** follows suit, pounding into her once? twice?. Three more times before grabbing her upper thigh and pulling her tight against him as he comes.