This isn’t like you,” scoffed Hunter, surprised at the switch up. It took restraint, but he simply admired the pink of her pussy. “Yes! “Mister Hood. He grabbed her hair in his hands and pulled it toward him. “Alicia—get off my bed,” was the only thing that Hunter could respond with. “Fuck,” murmured Hunter, not expecting this situation. “Yes! Hunter pulled out, exhaling deep breaths and savored the sight of his cum dripping out of her pussy and onto his bedsheets. Her eyes widened, overwhelmed by the amount and taste. “That wasn’t—“
“Please,” pleaded Alicia. She gave a small whimper in response, saving her breath. His 40’s wasn’t going as they said it would. “My socks,” managed Alicia, wanting them off. “Alicia, keep your clothes on—just please,” sighed Hunter. “Fine,” exhaled Hunter, anger ringing in his voice. “Don’t listen to them—“ began Hunter. He pulled her down all the way to his shaft, moaning at the sensation of her throat.