Fuck Alison Doggy-style

Alison hears the sound of your pants unzipping and falling to the ground. “What are you doing, John?” she whispers, despite knowing full-well. She looks back over her shoulder, straining to get a peek at the beast you’ve unleashed.

You slide the head of your cock up and down her slit, coating it with her juices. Then you ease it between her pussy lips and let it sink deep into her slick tunnel.

“Oh my, you’ve got a big cock for a writer,” sighs Alison happily.

“The penis mightier than the sword,” you reply. Did that even make sense? It seemed funny. Maybe it’s only funny when written down. Did she get it? Oh God, you’re having sex with Alison Brie. Just focus on that, you idiot.

Your hips slap loudly against her ass with each thrust. Alison seems to like it. She’s grabbed a cushion and is digging her nails into it, biting her knuckle and moaning gently.

You notice that her gardener is watching from the window, so you give him a thumbs-up. He responds with a wave and returns to his raking.