I changed the position.
Her dead mood with zero involvement was killing the atmosphere. So I grabbed her left leg and placed it on my shoulder. Angled myself directly at her g-spot.
And started thrusting.
PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.
The only sounds filling this room were mine. Wet slaps of my hips meeting her soaked flesh. The leaking of her juices with every stroke. Each thrust sprinkled her arousal outward, tiny droplets scattering across the sheets.
SCHLCK. PLAP. SCHLCK. PLAP.
"Nothing?" I looked at her while pounding her royal cunt. "Not even a single gasp? Oh come on, Charlotte. I know you're craving it. I guess that ego of yours won't let you enjoy this lovely moment."
Silence. Just the wet percussion of my cock ruining her insides.
I pulled out. Grabbed both her feet and raised them straight up. Her lower body lifted off the bed while her back stayed flat. Hung up like a chicken on display.
I poked two fingers into her already spasming pussy.
SQUELCH.
