He wasn’t that type of person. She was a mess, to say the least. “Fuck,” groaned Hunter, relishing in the wet, dirty sounds coming from Alicia’s mouth. He forced her shoes off one by one and nearly tore her skirt off her. “Yes! Her makeup was almost staring to run from the tears that trailed out of her eyes. Hunter turned the lock and opened the door, but stayed by the doorway. “Not fucking answering,” sighed Hunter, bunching his hair into his hand. Three more solid knocks came from the door which earned an exasperated grunt from Hunter. The spot next to her drenched with her saliva, as Hunter’s fingers kept her mouth pried open. Wavy and beautiful. “I’m cumming,” groaned Hunter, thrusting inside of Alicia. Hunter flipped Alicia’s body over and pulled her ass toward him. Hunter stayed laying down on his couch, attempting to shield his eyes from the sun pervading through the window. “Knew it was going to turn into a shitshow,” grumbled Hunter. “Fuck,” he grumbled underneath his breath, cursing his obsolete curtains.
