Hunter stayed laying down on his couch, attempting to shield his eyes from the sun pervading through the window. Hunter grabbed Alicia’s hair and pulled her so she was sitting up on the bed. Hunter slightly scolded himself for the thoughts, swatting away those previous thoughts. “I had a boyfriend, but he—he wasn’t nearly as good as you,” followed Alicia, speaking through the sloppish sounds her wetness created. “Hello Mister Hood! “Knew it was going to turn into a shitshow,” grumbled Hunter. He bunched her hair up in his hands and pulled her head back, fucking her deep and fast. His attempt at catching shut eye was in utter vain, which only added to his frustration. The contact of their skin created short slapping sounds, only milliseconds long enough as Hunter was fucking her through and through. Truth be told, Hunter was a rather handsome man. Hunter flipped Alicia’s body over and pulled her ass toward him. “That wasn’t—“
“Please,” pleaded Alicia. “Please, Mister Hood, I want to feel it inside me,” said Alicia, unable to take her eyes off his still hard cock. His 40’s wasn’t going as they said it would.
