Her waist swished the bedsheet into indescribable patterns and her lungs struggled to keep up with her exhales. “You’re over at my house—what’s going on? Her pussy was still slopping wet, telling him exactly how much Alicia wanted this. He came inside Alicia and kept fucking her through it. His cock tented hard in his boxers and revealed a wet spot that blotted the fabric of it. “Shh. Alicia took the liberty of running up the stairs, knowing the map of Hunter’s house. “So you’re going to fuck me.”
Hunter let out a laugh her sudden words, ringing as more of an absolute thing than a polite request. “Who is it?” asked Hunter, approaching the door. Hunter slightly scolded himself for the thoughts, swatting away those previous thoughts. He pulled her down all the way to his shaft, moaning at the sensation of her throat. He pushed up from the bed, positioning the head at the entrance and pushing in just his head.
