“You like when I f**k you like this?” I ask, never slowing my pounding.
“God, yes,” she moans, pushing back against each thrust.
I can feel how much wetter she’s getting and realize she likes how I’m manhandling her.
“Tell me how much you like my c**k, baby,” I demand and have no idea where this is coming from. I just need to hear her say it.
“I love your c**k,” she moans again, and I can feel it vibrate against my hand on her throat. “So f*****g much.”
“Who’s f*****g you?”
“Leo,” she gasps when I slam into her harder, making her hands slide up the hood. I feel her p***y clench around me and know she’s close.
“Come on my c**k, baby,” I groan when she tightens up even more. “Let me feel it.”
Alessa’s p***y is one of the sweetest things I’ve ever felt. She is tight, wet, and so f****
