Truth be told, Hunter was a rather handsome man. Alicia shut her eyes and with a gulp worked it down. I saw the way you looked at me before. He tossed his own shirt over his head and kneeled down to the level of Alicia’s pussy and ate her with an animalistic lust. He forced her shoes off one by one and nearly tore her skirt off her. He pulled out, letting her breathe. Today wasn’t the day for this. He tasted his fingers, replacing the varnish of Alicia’s juices with his saliva. He pinched the sides of her mouth together with one hand and pulled on her tongue with the other. His stubble was an asset and fit him well. His fingers lingered at the lock, wanting to know who was at his door before he opened it for them. Her usual modest outfits switched to a tight top and a short skirt with frills. She gave a small whimper in response, saving her breath. “Fine,” exhaled Hunter, anger ringing in his voice. He pushed her down onto the bed, pushing his tongue into her mouth again. It took restraint, but he simply admired the pink of her pussy. “Who is it?” asked Hunter, approaching the door. The slosh of his cum inside of her mixed with the wet sounds of
