“Not fucking answering,” sighed Hunter, bunching his hair into his hand. Her eyebrows clumped in both amazement and worry. Hunter inserted his fingers into her mouth, feeling her saliva flow out from the corner of her mouth. “That’s it,” sighed Hunter. He bunched her hair up in his hands and pulled her head back, fucking her deep and fast. Instead of having her hair tied up in a neat ponytail, she decided to let her black locks hang off her shoulder. Hunter pulled out, exhaling deep breaths and savored the sight of his cum dripping out of her pussy and onto his bedsheets. Hunter slipped Alicia’s top over her head and admired the matching lace bra. “Fine,” exhaled Hunter, anger ringing in his voice. He pulled her back onto his cock, surprised at how quick she learned. Usually, they were solicitors and advertisers who looked to sell him products he was unaware existed. Hunter slipped Alicia’s top over her head and admired the matching lace bra. Hunter slipped Alicia’s top over her head and admired the matching lace bra. Hunter didn’t need any further permission. His cock tented hard in his boxers and revealed a wet spot that blotted the fabric of it. Hunter slipped Alicia’s top over her head and admired the matching lace bra.
