Skyler Jones reached out and scooped the ninety-pound Christine Quinn off the sofa.
"Ah..."
Christine Quinn was startled and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, "What's gotten into you so early in the morning..."
Skyler Jones didn't answer Christine's question and carried her straight upstairs.
"Bang," he kicked open the bedroom door and closed it with his ankle...
Skyler Jones pressed her back against the cold wall and kissed her fiercely...
Christine Quinn kept turning her head and slapped his back, "No... no... stop..."
After a wild round of kisses, Skyler Jones released her, gasping for breath as she resisted, "I want you."
Christine Quinn, breathless, said, "I told you last night, it's not possible."
Skyler Jones lifted Christine Quinn's leg around his waist, pulling them closer, his hips brushing against her sensitive area, looking at her with eyes filled with desire, hoarse, "Can you bear to resist?"
He looked somewhat pitiful, but...
