“oh my fucking god” she panted rapidly as fletcher continued, sweat forming on his brow. Porn fletcher looked surprised “but, but youre not real” he said confused, grief clouding his mind. long mascarra lines running down her face Stephanie shuddered as she relaxed, deflating into a state of absolute bliss as fletcher stood, getting dressed “your mums probably getting home any moment now” he said and Stephanie sat up, pulling down her skirt, putting her bra and tshirt back on as she spoke “i enjoyed that” she said “we should do it again”. had the blood flow in fletchers body been directed at his brain he may have worked out a reflection shouldnt enjoy sex, or anything for that matter, but it wasnt, and Stephanie was safe.
