I have never heard anything as sexy in my entire life as Alice f*****g Peterson asking me to f**k her. And she called me Mr. Stag. I hate that this turns me on even more, but my d**k has taken total control of my brain by this point.
"Are you on the pill, Alice," I ask as I dip my hand to her sweet center. Her blond curls are as wild below as they are on her head, and I think it's the hottest f*****g thing I've ever seen until I look at her face while my fingers spread her slick folds.
She's so f*****g wet and her eyes have gone a deep violet as her pupils dilate huge and black. I slide one finger inside her tight, pulsing tunnel and I can barely stand to wait for her answer. "Are you, Alice?"
I stop stroking her and she nods. "Yes. Please, Tim."
Sliding in a second finger, I pres
