He exhaled onto Alicia’s neck and sucked her neck, leaving more than what would be considered a bruise. He slipped them off and lavished in Alicia’s reaction. He sucked and teased the her clit, eliciting pitched whimpers and moans. “Don’t listen to them—“ began Hunter. Hood. “I need you to swallow,” said Hunter. She shuddered in return. But it’s such a shame you’re not going home with these again,” murmured Hunter, gliding the tip of his thumbs up Alicia’s laced panties. “Fuck,” groaned Hunter, relishing in the wet, dirty sounds coming from Alicia’s mouth. Her demeanor today changed too. Hunter firmly placed his hand over her mouth and stooped next to her ear. And not this one. Hunter grabbed her waist and positioned her so she was sitting in front of him, her petite figure leaning against his chest. “Fuck,” he grumbled underneath his breath, cursing his obsolete curtains. “My socks,” managed Alicia, wanting them off. “I’m sorry Alicia—you know I’d usually be fine with you staying, but today is just—“
cut off Hunter, once again. He bunched her hair up in his hands and pulled her head back, fucking her deep and fast.
