<strong>Chester</strong><br/><br/>His strokes had grew in intensity as he felt her body give into the moment. It excited him even more that he was her first. Like he was some tribal deflowerer or something. Tribal? the drugs may have really caught a hold of him if he was thinking in those terms. When she wrapped her legs around him, he took the briefest of moments to look at her while they fucked. To really study her, instead of her body. Her flush…the way her legs seemed to part even more for him…the flush of her face as she moaned.<br/><br/>It was as if a dinner bell ranged in his mind.<br/><br/>Slowly, he slid the rest of her body off the counter, and let her weight sink some before he held her up by her taut little ass. She weighed next to nothing, especially with her legs pulling for more of his meat. He began to lift and drop her on his cock, like he wanted to impale her on it. He could feel their muscles tensed against each other in the moment while his shaft roared through her with each upward thrust that met with her. He started feeling greedy, and looked into her eyes so she could see the primal want in them.<br/><br/>The kitchen wasn’t going to be the last place he had her tonight…that he knew for sure.<br/>