“Alicia!“
“You know, you’re the talk of my school,” spoke Alicia, flopping onto his bed. She was easy to knead; her hair continued to be used. He drank down the way her eyes reflected a blip of fear. “I had a boyfriend, but he—he wasn’t nearly as good as you,” followed Alicia, speaking through the sloppish sounds her wetness created. The girth of his cock stretched her pussy, tight from not being used, but this was certainly not her first time. He wasn’t that type of person. Hunter grabbed Alicia’s hair and pulled her so she was sitting up on the bed. She was extremely tight, more than he expected her to be. She was extremely tight, more than he expected her to be. His stubble was an asset and fit him well. He felt Alicia digging her fingernails into his thigh, trying to find a way to keep holding on. Hunter followed, grunts and curses following each flight he took up to his room. He slid them off her legs, eliciting a small moan from Alicia.
