He grabbed her hair in his hands and pulled it toward him. “Sh—shit,” moaned Alicia, eyes rolling back and collapsing onto the bed, going limp from the overwhelming pleasure and exhaustion. Yes, it does—ah!” moaned Alicia, crying out in hopes of keeping the cock inside of her until she came. He sucked and teased the her clit, eliciting pitched whimpers and moans. His tongue lapped the exquisite wetness of her lips and the surrounding skin with a certain hunger. He drank down the way her eyes reflected a blip of fear. However, in a few seconds, he pulled her lips back onto his cock, intending to make every use of her. Oh, and I hear you like to have really rough sex. “Who is it?” asked Hunter, approaching the door. “Fuck,” he grumbled underneath his breath, cursing his obsolete curtains. Without warning, the man began to rock his hips inside Alicia. I want you to fuck me. “I need you to swallow,” said Hunter. “You’re not completely spent yet, are you, Alicia?” said Hunter. Hunter climbed off the bed, propping Alicia’s back on pillows against the bedpost.
