She was a mess, to say the least. She was panicking, he could tell, at the way her throat squeezed and loosened at his cock. Hunter followed, grunts and curses following each flight he took up to his room. On the bed, Alicia twitched endlessly from the pleasure of only Hunter’s fingers. His tongue lapped the exquisite wetness of her lips and the surrounding skin with a certain hunger. He grabbed her hair in his hands and pulled it toward him. “Alicia—get off my bed,” was the only thing that Hunter could respond with. May I come inside?”
Ah. Before she could react to the pain, Hunter pulled her mouth onto the head of his cock, swollen and throbbing. His hair was always kempt. His tongue met with hers and entwined with hers. He, however, would have many ways of marking her. Hood. “You’re over at my house—what’s going on? You’re my type, Mr. He knew the consequences of fucking his neighbors daughter and prudently avoided that end. He tasted his fingers, replacing the varnish of Alicia’s juices with his saliva. However, in a few seconds, he pulled her lips back onto his cock, intending to make every use of her.
