Sie liebt es einfach, in ihrer Trainingshose einen Creampie zu bekommen

She Just Loves Getting Creampie in Her Workout Pants Her waist swished the bedsheet into indescribable patterns and her lungs struggled to keep up with her exhales. “Mister Hood?” asked Alicia. He gave Alicia no time to strip. She gave a small whimper in response, saving her breath. “Hey Alicia, what can I do for you?” asked Hunter. “First off, I’m at least 20 years older. “I’m cumming,” groaned Hunter, thrusting inside of Alicia. Please,” said Alicia. And right now, he wasn’t in the mood. He was tall and watching Alicia shake with pleasure just from his tongue and fingers was rewarding his lust. Alicia shut her eyes and with a gulp worked it down. “Alicia—get off my bed,” was the only thing that Hunter could respond with. He was tall and watching Alicia shake with pleasure just from his tongue and fingers was rewarding his lust. Alicia only moaned in response, unable to form words or unable to speak, Hunter couldn’t tell. “That wasn’t—“

“Please,” pleaded Alicia. “Hey Alicia, what can I do for you?” asked Hunter. Hunter pulled his cock out, making Alicia cough on a mixture of his pre cum and her saliva. Clean and unused. The man could tell she was rather inexperienced by the absence of her tongue in her technique. Hunter followed, grunts and curses following each flight he took up to his room.