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. The wetness glistened against the light. He wasn’t that type of person. And not this one. With the girls,” trailing off Alicia. “Not your first time, is it, Alicia?”
“No, it—ah!—isn’t,” replied Alicia, managing a reply though she was being pounded thoroughly hard and fast. It took restraint, but he simply admired the pink of her pussy. Hunter slipped Alicia’s top over her head and admired the matching lace bra. 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. “Not fucking answering,” sighed Hunter, bunching his hair into his hand. Her pussy was still slopping wet, telling him exactly how much Alicia wanted this.
