I move my stepsister’s panties and fuck her

I move my stepsister’s panties and fuck her “Alicia!“

“You know, you’re the talk of my school,” spoke Alicia, flopping onto his bed. “I had a boyfriend, but he—he wasn’t nearly as good as you,” followed Alicia, speaking through the sloppish sounds her wetness created. Hunter climbed off the bed, propping Alicia’s back on pillows against the bedpost. He scowled in annoyance, knowing he’d have to bother with washing them. “Fuck,” groaned Hunter, relishing in the wet, dirty sounds coming from Alicia’s mouth. He came inside Alicia and kept fucking her through it. And fuck, he welcomed it. “Use this,” he sternly said, not waiting for a response from Alicia. He undid the back and watched it reveal her perky and natural tits, hardened at the tips from want. He slipped them off and lavished in Alicia’s reaction. He couldn’t tell if she agreed or snarked. And fuck, he welcomed it. She flinched, wanting to pull away, but Hunter held her head in place. After all, it would be her only way of leaving a mark on him.