“Do you feel it all around your cock?” she yelled. “I want to always make you this happy” she said with genuine lust in her eyes, “I want yo... to want me this much… to be this hard as you fuck me.”“I DO want you” I confessed, “and I love fucking you like this.”“You love me this wet?” she continued, “This full of cum? My pussy dripping with cum? Overflowing with cum?”“Oh My God.” I yelled, not wanting to answer her directly, “You’re so wet and squishy in there. I can feel it coating my cock…. After a few seconds of this Alicia has had enough. Shifting herself backwards, she uses her free hand to cup both of his balls and before he realises her intentions she is squeezing, applying pressure slowly. ‎"I don't want to hurt you graham," She explains patiently. "But I need to make sure my mother is happy and keeping you home is the only way to do that so if I have to hurt you believe me," the pressure increases and graham let's out a wimper as his struggling again subsides. "I will. Now. Age 20. Writing my story about the incident that happened with me a few years ago.I am sorry for any mistakes while writing the story.So. Without boring you all. Let’s come to the story.I was in class 12th when my crush said yes to the proposal. And we became bf-gf. Things were normal between us. And everything was going slow between us. We use to go school together and come back. We spent a lot of time talking on the phone. Sometimes we get horny and do some sex chat.But we never did. Time passed quickly as we drank and charts and danced the rest of the night away, just like we did 20 years ago when we all first met. An hour or so later I was well and truly drunk and the bar closed. I stumbled my way up to my room and wondered if Carrie would be there or not.I practically fall through the door, the bedside lamp is on but no sign of Carrie - the bed hasn't been slept in and no sign of shoes...through the drunken haze I smile to myself thinking of the fucking she will be.