"All done."She looked at me with dreamy eyes. "Was it as good as you expected?" Nope." It wasn't?" She knew I wouldn't lie, and now she was worried."I...t was better."She blinked. Twice. "God, I hate you."Neither of us believed that.You know how counting to ten is supposed to calm you down? That doesn't work when you're dealing with Mandy. Neither, I suspect, would counting to ten thousand. "Didn't I tell you she'd call you, but that it would be late?" You're still lying around the house? You. Sweat gathered on her forehead and between her breasts.Through gritted teeth, she swore at him one last time before saying, “Fine! I agree! Now let me cum, please!”She had to keep herself from shouting as he shoved into her. He plowed into her with an intensity she felt only a father could give. The rigid head of his cock rubbed along the sensitive spots of her inner walls, and she could just feel him slapping against her clit sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.The sound of her dad. He'd probably lose interest if she acted like she wasn't embarrassed. With one defiant glance up at her tormentor, Marie opened the book at random and started to read.To her horror, she'd selected the chapter where the Prince makes Beauty crawl on the floor at the inn and kneel at his feet while he eats. So much for not being embarrassed—although her voice started out strong, she hadn't gotten through a paragraph before her face flamed and her throat dried up. Good Lord, this was not the kind. Whenever I got horny, Felecia was always up for a fuck. This would be a nice change of pace. So I sat in the recliner diagonal to her, so we were facing each other. I slid off my boxers and slowly stroked my already rock hard cock. "Mmm, Yeah, that's it," she cooed as she watched me while rubbing her slit, "stroke that dick." This dirty talk was intensifying this whole experience. I noticed that her rock hard nipples were poking out of the mesh of her jersey. Her tits were something I didn't.