“I can’t imagine what actually hooking up is for you, then!”
“I don’t ‘hook up,’ asshole. Alyssa declared with exaggerated uninterest, “Oh, Matt, you’re so hot.”
“Pull her hair, Matt!” Clara exclaimed. “Fuck that fucking slut, Matt. “Pfffft,” spat Alyssa. “And there’s plenty more to come.” I had about two more inches to bury. I put one hand on her hip, the other at the top of her bent leg, and started pulling her toward me, raising her incredible butt up onto my thighs. “You really do play rough.”
“Is there any other way?” I asked. She swam right up on me and wrapped her legs around mine, pulling herself close. I don’t know how long I lasted, but it wasn’t very long. Clara came again, but this time her cunt let loose a wild gush of liquid – an orgasmic response I’d heard about but never seen before.
