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“Please, William ... I'm not on the pill.” Alison is lost in this fantasy. “I can't ... you can't get me pregnant!” Perhaps in an attempt to hide from me she rolls onto her belly, but I don't mind this change of view at all. Her pelvis pumps eagerly against the mattress, grinding her sex into her hand as she continues to plead with the handsy football quarterback. “Stop it ... let me up, Will ... Dear God, you're too strong.” If anything, seeing her humping her fingers like that is even sexier than before. I've never really had a chance to watch someone else pleasure themselves before I met Alison, and I find that I'm enjoying this voyeuristic part of sex. I'm particularly glad that I got this all on my phone.

“Will doesn't care about that,” I growl coarsely, “That jock's going to pump your tight little pussy full of cum.”

“No ... oh no ... oh Fuck No!” Her torso is rocking back and forth rubbing her tits into the sheet and her mouth opens and closes as she bucks and wiggles before you. You've seen this before. Your sweet tenant is once again teetering on the edge of an orgasm, but somehow unable to quite reach that elusive climax. It is not from lack of trying; her hips are bucking like a rodeo stallion, and you can see her fingers frantically jilling her pussy, but she clearly still needs something to push her over the edge.

“Do you realize that your hunky dream date only asked you out because he had a bet with his teammates?” I'm not sure if the 'no's' muffled by the pillow are an answer to my question or her still pleading with the imagined quarterback not to cum in her. I get closer to her head so I can be sure she hears. “Those assholes have a running contest to see who can pop the most cherries; a stuck-up prude like you in her Senior year is much more of a challenge than the naive Freshmen and Sophomores cheerleaders they usually go after.”

“Stop ... oh please, stop.” This time you are pretty sure Alison is responding to your prompting, but you can tell that she is close to cumming and just needs a little more pushing.

“Those boys thought you were a frigid ice-queen, but you spread your legs for that loser on your very first date.”

“I didn't want to ... I told him to stop ...” the poor thing is so close now; I wonder if she is still thinking about the black-mailed Honor Roll student and her pervy teacher. “Oh, dear Lord, I need this!”