Struggling. Wrestling against three boys and a man. His hands on her thigh as she tried to close them on his shoulders. His thumb pressed into the spot just back from the knee on both legs. The place that stopped those legs from closing.<br/><br/>GoodFellow’s tongue slipped into the bucking Charlotte. He opened her for the first time. Lapped into her tunnel and stroked the G spot roughly. Swirling into her. Lapping deeper each time. Teasing her lips and clit when he pulled out only the thrust that tongue into her once more.<br/><br/>Listening for the change in her breathing. His own arousal rushing thru his veins with every beat of his heart. He was more than ready. Her fighting heated him in a way calm quiet vanilla sex never could.<br/><br/>This was so good Richard had to get in on her. GoodFellow lifted his head briefly. Motioned to the shadows where Richard waited and gave the man a come-here-and-taste-her grin.<br/><br/>“That’s right Charlotte,” GoodFellow encouraged, “You can trust everyone of us!”<br/><br/>