Hunter climbed off the bed, propping Alicia’s back on pillows against the bedpost. Her tongue worked the head and glided against the side of his cock. And much to his annoyance, sudden knocks at the door cut through the silence of what he attempted to enjoy. He couldn’t tell if she agreed or snarked. However, in a few seconds, he pulled her lips back onto his cock, intending to make every use of her. “Sh—shit,” moaned Alicia, eyes rolling back and collapsing onto the bed, going limp from the overwhelming pleasure and exhaustion. He couldn’t tell if she agreed or snarked. He dripped large amounts of pre-cum, which he could feel travel down his shaft. He drank down the way her eyes reflected a blip of fear. I hope I caught you on a good day,” replied Alicia, clearly not giving in. Without warning, the man began to rock his hips inside Alicia.
