You’re my type, Mr. Hunter followed, grunts and curses following each flight he took up to his room. He sucked and teased the her clit, eliciting pitched whimpers and moans. He pinched the sides of her mouth together with one hand and pulled on her tongue with the other. He slid them off her legs, eliciting a small moan from Alicia. Alicia struggled to catch her breath, chest heaving up and down. “Alicia, keep your clothes on—just please,” sighed Hunter. “Parents didn’t teach you any better?” Hunter put his cock back inside, pulling Alicia’s arms back and fucked her relentlessly. His headache wasn’t getting any better, sunlight outside indescribably bright. On the bed, Alicia twitched endlessly from the pleasure of only Hunter’s fingers. Alicia took the liberty of running up the stairs, knowing the map of Hunter’s house. But he had something bigger to deal with. Hunter pulled his cock out, making Alicia cough on a mixture of his pre cum and her saliva.
