Charlie storms around the living room on the phone pissing off and tells you two weeks alone together Dad’s gone. An hour later you sneak into her room grab her warm thong, press it to your face and stroke fast but the door flies open so you scramble into the closet door cracked hand still pumping your cock. She flops on the bed, legs spread, fingers plunging deep in her dripping pussy moaning filthy things into the phone while you keep stroking, breathing her scent watching her hips buck. She spots you yanks the closet door wide eyes blazing but you stroke harder and say I heard who you fuck when Dad’s away. Her face flushes nipples hard cunt still dripping then she steps close drops to her knees grabs your cock and jerks you fast and angry.
