Her attitude, he could feel was changing, she was squeezing harder, she was talking less, her thrusts were shorter but harder, only pulling a few inches out before slamming back in. He was so fucking cute. His lips full and soft, his mouth hot and wet, he tasted so sweet, tasted so feminine, of bubblegum. Tears rolled down his cheeks at the intense pain and fullness that now dominated his senses. “Of course.. Tap tap tap.. She rolled her eyes, “You’re eighteen dumbfuck. “Shh sh sh..” she urged, “You’re mine..” she said, maybe a bit too soon but having her hard cock so close to his body and feeling him against her was speeding up her plans. Alright for a while..” she conceded, sounding reluctant. The latter was easy as she constantly urged him on by handing him his pink alcohol, the former took a little bit of finesse, persuading him down corridors she knew to be laden with waiting necromorphs, having him play as Carver so he got some of the more creepy imagery.
